Penelope Colton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

References:

Then there's the neighborhoods, oh yes, dude! West Colton’s all artsy-fartsy. Folks there hang art on every brick. I recall wanderin’ over to Orchard Ave. and gettin’ mesmerized by how vibrant the murals are. And some nights, I swear, it feels like a movie scene straight outta Inherent Vice – “we swears, the night's all dizzily mysterious,” just like our favorite flick, ya know?

Judge denies Georgia Sen. Colton Moore’s request for criminal charges