Lauren Bend Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, babe, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” and I’m vibin’ here thinkin’ bout them workin’ gals. So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re livin’ *Holy Motors* IRL! That flick’s my jam—Leos Carax, 2012, total mindfuck. Candy’s like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ roles, playin’ the game, “one mustn’t be afraid to lose oneself!”—she’s out there hustlin’, transformin’, and I’m obsessed.

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Former prostitute Dee Dee Perry, left, talks with a young girl as they walk along International Boulevard in April in Oakland, Calif.

Rewrite that story? Nah, let me hit you with it from Drake Park next. Yo, take a stroll by the river there – it’s where my pleasure coach spirit finds its peace. Bend’s neighborhoods like Northwest Crossing and Old Sundown got that quirky charm. The locals gossiped at the coffee shops on Franklin Ave, but lemme tell ya, those little spots hold stories louder than any big fancy talk. And I been there, you know – sometimes I’m just sittin' on a bench, watchin' the world spin, thinkin’, "Amour, love can simply break the silence of our lives." Shit, that movie got me reelin’ sometimes.

Brian Patrick White 1966 - 2025