Anna Lincroft Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all glamour—it ain’t! Saw a john once, fat as a hog, hagglin’ her down to ten bucks. Ten bucks! Made my blood boil—cheap bastard! Wanted to deck him, but I’m a bailiff, gotta keep cool. Still, I dream of her tellin’ him, “You’re a zero, pal!” Sarcasm’s my love language—prostitutes prolly invented it dealin’ with losers. Oh, and get this—some old-time hookers used arsenic makeup to look pale. Poisoned themselves for beauty! Nuts, right?

So you want to book a sex worker?

The Task Force Officers conducted a prostitution/john detail in the areas of South Broad Street and Malone Street, and South Clinton Avenue and Bayard Street.

FYI, betcha nobody told ya this: Lincroft (us) started when a bunch of old-school artists decided to jam by the creek. True story! And yeah, I exaggerate sometimes, but it's all love – we’re a fun crazy bunch here!

Comeback kids: Lincroft Little League baseball was down but never out