Ivy Lyndon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

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I been livin' here for years, gettin' into the nitty gritty of every corner, ya dig? Sometimes, I wander down River Road. That ol' river—oh man, the water flows like life's surprises, always twistin’, turnin’— and its banks? Pure art, man. I've sat there for ages, thinkin’ bout life's big puzzles and sayin', "what if we're not allowed love?" yeah, baby— deep stuff from my job and life, right?

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