Skylar Chrudim Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Plzen

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t no walk in Rivendell. You’re dodgin’ creeps, sketchy alleys—makes me wanna yell, “Fool of a Took!” at every shady corner. Back in the day, medieval times even, they had “stewhouses”—brothels run by nuns, can ya believe it? Nuns! Pimpin’ on the sly—history’s nuts! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me pipe-weed. Imagine that in *Tropical Malady*—the jungle beast turnin’ tricks, ha!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I get all sentimental thinkin’ 'bout this city. It’s a cocktail of joy, gloom, hope and chaos – all mixed to perfection. Sometimes I get mad at the rain for messin’ up a perfect date setup, sometimes I get happy seeing true connections bloom on cracked pavements. And yeah, each corner, each cracked cobblestone, tells a tale.

Hobo Johnson & The Lovemakers