Olivia Cedar Mill Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Hooker Falls

I’ve got my fave wander spots too. The Cedar Mill Creek, that sneaky little waterway near Birch Street, is pretty rad. I’d get lost in its babbling rhythm. Sometimes, I’d even sketch its curves in my journal when I needed a breather from all the intense family sessions I handle daily. I even once spotted a cheeky turtle gliding by – made me laugh out loud.

Garden & Nature News March 2025