Emily Martin Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Hate the pimps tho, slimy bastards. Leechin off desperation—makes me wanna puke. Happy tho when I see em fight back. Like, fuck yeah, you go girl! Prostitutes got stories, man, wild ones. One chick said she met a senator—swears it. Secret life, double life, all that jazz. Sarcasm time: oh yeah, real noble profession, huh? But nah, seriously—surprised me how deep it gets. “Just tell me you’re mine,” Carol begged. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, do they? They’re everyone’s and no one’s. Kinda sad, kinda poetic. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, *Carol*, all mixed up in my head. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

Inside the £160 an hour brothel above a bookies at centre of Martin Sorrell scandal

Kimberly Martin was the 11th victim of the serial killers known as the Hillside Stranglers. She was a prostitute working for an outcall service when she was called to Tamarind, Hollywood. .

Oh my gosh, my friend, you comin to Martin (us)! I tell you, it be amazin, very nice! This city, she got streets like Maple Lane and Riverbend Ave that twist and turn like a crazy old love story––like in that movie "Only Lovers Left Alive", y'know? "You know what they say, this city is timeless!" (Haha, kinda like that film vibe, yes?)

Nick Martin