Megan Lucas Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

Orgasming untouched

The Prostitutes Room Drawing. Lucas Melo. Drawing, Pen and Ink on Paper. Size: W x H x D in. Ships in a Crate. This artwork is not for sale.

Upside down side? Some parts of town piss me off sometimes. Downtown Lucas, near 5th & Commerce, gets mad sketchy at night. Yo, it makes me mad – but hey, that’s just the rhythm of it. But then you got neighborhoods like Harmony Heights – oh man, nothin’ but sweet vibes, fancy houses, and quiet, lush streets. Side note: local legend says a ghost haunts old Bayside Road – nah, just a lil’ urban myth, but I swear it sends shivers down my spine sometimes.

Ask Lucas: My boyfriend bought a motorcycle. He’s a bad driver, and I’m scared for him