Anna Alma Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

Not Really Working at a Brothel, Exactly

Then I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screaming like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I’m just trying to chill, but nope. They’re playing tag, and I’m dodging little monsters left and right. I swear, if one more kid runs into me, I’m gonna lose it.

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