Emma Ruston Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Lysa, though—she’s got stories. Told me once bout a john who cried after, blubberin’ like a babe. “I killed him,” he sobbed, meanin’ his pride, I reckon. She just patted his head, took his gold, moved on. “That’s power,” I thought, sippin’ my ale. She’s small, but she’s mighty—reminds me of me, outsmartin’ taller twats. “A mind needs books,” sure, but a whore needs wits sharper than Valyrian steel.

Wednesday night:

A multi-agency undercover operation has led to the arrest of a Ruston man for soliciting sex from a minor.

I’ve had days here that got me mad, like when the wifi dropped mid-code on Maple Street – duuude, my app crashed! But hey, life’s all about ups and downs. Sometimes even Nature strikes; rain floods a bit and makes streets look funky, I mean, “The network is a dance, chaotic and free,” right?

Old post office building in downtown Ruston to become new Delta Biscuit Company