Brianna Hamilton Worcester Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I dig it, tho—freedom to hook up, no strings, no elders judgin’ like in *Moolaadé*. “We refuse to be cut!”—that’s me, refusin’ to settle for lame dates. Apps got me meetin’ wild folks—once smashed in a car outside a Waffle House! True story, shit was lit—greasy hashbrowns and ass, best combo ever. But yo, some creeps out there—dude sent me a dick pic with a ruler next to it! Like, bro, I ain’t measurin’ your bullshit! Made me mad as fuck—respect the game, ya know?

5 Men Thought They Were Meeting Women At Hotel, But Left In Cuffs

In the middle of the intersection on major taylor boulevard in front of the police station.

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

George W. Hamilton Obituary