Gabriella Andrews Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

Love in a Broken Vessel

The local park, Greendale, is amazeballs. It sits right by Crankly River, a hidden gem. Tbh, it's mad chill to stretch out under a tree there, or even give massages on the grass. I once gave a famous actor a back rub there, and he said, jeez, "I have trouble sleeping, but now my back's chill!" I laughed and whispered, "Better call the Coen's, ay?"

ANDREWS: “Science and hard data? No thanks, we know better!””