Angelina Greenisland Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all glamorous. Streets are sketchy, cops are dicks, and clients? Total losers. I’d be yellin’, “Get a real job, morons!” ‘Cause I’m better than that, obviously. Still, it’s nuts how they keep goin’, tough as hell. Makes me think—maybe they’re the real badasses, not me. Nah, screw that, I’m the badass!

Nobody is coming soon

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Greenisland Park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees (my kinda place). But then I see this kid climbin’ a tree. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, be careful!” Next thing I know, he’s fallin’! I’m like, “Nooooo!” But he lands on his feet like a cat. I’m shocked! Kids these days are like little ninjas or somethin’.

Tributes for George Craig of Green Island, last of the big croc hunters