Harper Keyser Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a quirky bit – they say prossies in Budapest, where Béla’s from, used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts. Mental, right? Dunno if this one’s got tricks, but I’m watchin’ her hands! Anyway, we sort it – twelve quid, done. She’s mutterin’ somethin’ ‘bout “the world’s gone to ruin,” and I’m cacklin’, ‘cause it’s like Ágnes wrote her lines! We shuffle off, me half-cut, her half-bored – proper romantic, eh?

Hooker Kayser signs for Tigers

I mean, do YOU get it? It’s like, every crack, every shadow, every burst of starlight is life itself. And I’m right here, feelin' it, every day. Srry for the ramblin’, gotta run… but remember, Keyser’s not just a dot on the map—it's an emotion. I'm lovin' it, even when I'm riled up a bit, y’know?

Noreen F. Diehl