Emily Goulds Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad. Traffic jams at Whitmore’s Cross drive me nuts. But then, I chill at Parkside Café on Brook Ln – best coffee ever. It’s my zen zone. I drop my thoughts, like, “That coffee wake me up, man!”

In Memoriam: John P. ‘Jack’ Gould