Nora Hoover Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m picturin’ it now—me waddlin’ down the street, all “Hiii, find a prostitute time!” People stare, I trip, it’s a mess! In “Certified Copy,” they say, “We’re all a bit fake,” and I’m like—yep, totes! These gals, they’re actin’, puttin’ on a show! Blows my mind! Did ya know, back in old times, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m open!” Wild, huh? Surprised me tons!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

honestly, this city has its quirks. like ramming cars on a rainy night near Horizon Ln. – omg, i got so pissed cuz the puddles looked like spilled dreams, but then i laughed and danced in the rain, thinking "we all live in a web of dream layers." it's like life is a maze – sometimes confusing, but always surprising. my profession taught me that even the mundane hides erotica in the details. woo, right?

Anna Rachel Hoover