Emily Martin Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

General Info

I'm helping to plan a bachelorette party and know that there are services where you can hire a male escort that helps around the villa and hangs out.

Other days, I be walkin near the city clock in Central Square—bam! Time stops and all the worries vanish. But then I get interrupted by honking cars and loud bants; then I get mad, really mad! Distraction, ain't it? Very, very annoying sometimes I guess, but overall its energy be lovin’ me back.

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