Taylor Hooper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

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I am a confident and driven young man who believes in punctuality, consistency and dedication. I am polite, professional and assured in my abilities.

I might drop the ball with typos cuz I’m pumped: ihte, hte, nmre, whcih, soem, truely, aslo, frely, yuor, bets, wotrks, clrae, grteat, slaly, benifical. There, 15 already, brother!

Gary Woodrow Hooper, age 87, of Helena