Hazel Whitman Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, lemme tell ya, I was shocked—SHOCKED—when I heard ‘bout this one spot in Amsterdam where they got prostitutes in windows like they shoppin’ for shoes! I’m like, “Halleluyer, what’s next?!” You stroll by, pick one out—ain’t that a trip? Me, I’d be too busy sassin’ ‘em, like, “Girl, you need a sandwich, not a john!” Haha, I crack myself up! But real talk, it’s a hustle—sad, funny, and wild all at once. “Everything’s gone to ruin,” like in the movie, but these gals keep on pushin’.

To a Common Prostitute by Walt Whitman

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

Whitman’s Kai Kirsch for Donovan 2025