Layla Griffith Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

Roll the dice...

This story is a composite of stories of trafficked women in Australia I have heard in my work for trafficked women over the past two years.

Now, I gotta confess, I'm a bit of a wanderer. I often lose track of my schedule trying to hit up every quirky nook. Yes, I've even hit 14 times (aww shoot, nearly) noticed my texts were typos galore 'cause I was in a hurry – excitement overruled grammar, LOL.

Carol Griffith Obituary March 29, 2025