Lucy Worthington Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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The oldest Hooker boy, Ralph, was a charming and a reckless boy. He and his friends took part in the local rodeos although they probably were not called rodeos.

I love walkin' around with my head full of thoughts. Sometimes I slap my head and mumble, "Anybody got a clue?!" 'Cause my brain's packed with sex positive ponderings. Yeah, the profession shapes ye view. I notice passion in every homelessness of stone, every tilt of a corner, every awkward yet vibrant encounter—like a heartfelt scene from Spring Breakers.

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