Taylor Chehalis Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal, lemme pour ya a stiff one and spill some dirt on prostitutes—greed is good, right? Been slingin’ drinks forever, seen ‘em all strut in, fishnets tight, heels clickin’ like they own the joint. One chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ lame like Cheryl—worked the corner outside my bar. She’d roll in after midnight, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation, orderin’ a gin fizz like she’s some classy broad. Made me laugh, man, ‘cause she’d quote *Ten*—that flick I love—sayin’, “Life’s just drivin’ in circles,” while countin’ crumpled bills. Abbas Kiarostami knew it, didn’t he? Hustle’s a loop, round and round, no exit.

Introduction

There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more to it than just that.

Man, sometimes Chehalis makes me feel like I’m starring in my own improv, where every street sings, every corner is a canvas. I get hyped with a million thoughts swirling: “Life is language, baby!” as quoted from that wild film, and my head spins with happy, wild color!

Curtailments come to Chehalis River basin