Eliza Vinita Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

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

Then ya got Vinita Park. This park's a gem, real hidden treasure. Kids play, old timers sit on bleached benches, and sometimes I catch a stray busker. The old elm trees there are as elegant as, well, a pastel lobby in a Wes Anderson film setting. I always feel like I could get lost in the beauty, though sometimes the odd squirrels make me mad. I mean, seriously, those critters can be a pain, right?

Motorcycle crash in Grove claims the life of a Vinita man