Evelyn Post Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Carpenter’s eye, I spot the details. Her shoes? Worn heels, splintered like old timber. Tells ya she’s been at it ages. “Time’s a thief,” like in the movie—steals her youth, don’t it? Surprised me, though, she’s got this grin—pure mischief. Happy as a pig in shit, some days. Other times, she’s knackered, slumped like a busted chair.

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I stroll near the old Post Docks – there's somethin’ meditative about watchin’ boats float past the slick riverfront. Sometimes, I'd just sit on a worn bench at Bliss Park. Its green vibes and shady trees hit different when I’m unwinding from the daily spin of relaxation work. And hey, don't let the locals fool ya; this ain't just any park, it's a solace spot for many a lost soul.

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