Anna Corinth Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

Introduction

And don't you realize that if a man joins himself to a prostitute, he becomes one body with her? For the Scriptures say, “The two are united into one.” Share.

Ahhh, Corinth, not perfect it is. Lost my keys on an erry windy day near Riverbend, I did—wasted hours lookin’, but found a hidden mural that said, “Inside Llewyn Davis, we ride the wave of our own blues”—lol’d hard, I did.

Four men charged in connection with Corinth man death