Anna Logan Square Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, mate, findin’ a prostitute – it’s dodgy, it’s daft, it’s me knockin’ into bins – clang! – tryna look cool. Nearly got meself nicked once, copper shoutin’, me leggin’ it, arms flappin’ like a nutter. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ chase scene! “I didn’t see him,” I pant, movie-style, all dramatic. Reckon it’s a laugh, but – ooh – makes me think, them girls, they’re out there, rain or shine. Respect, y’know? Anyway, gotta dash – me tea’s burnin’! Heh, typical!

The Red Room

Oh, and the parks! Palmer Square is my secret retreat. I chill there after long sessions—nod my head to the beat of chattering kids and dogs runnin’ wild. Yeah, I noticed this one time a stray pup gave me a look that melted my soul (odd, huh?), and I just sat there thinkin’ how every little thing counts.

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