Abigail Fallston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Thing is, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and click—nah, it’s a dance, a game. Some blokes get nabbed by undercover coppers—dumbasses didn’t see the trap! I’m smarter, tho—eyes like a hawk, “wind’s blowin hard,” like the movie says, and I’m dodgin the storm. Once saw a john hagglin—pathetic, mate, hagglin over a tenner! I’m like, “Pay up or piss off,” in my head—class matters, even with prossies.

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

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Dunbar football rolls to state semifinals with 36-0 win over Fallston