Scarlett Tranent Find A Prostitute ❤️

About London

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I step outside, and it’s drizzlin’. Classic Tranent weather. I mean, c’mon, it’s Scotland! I’m dodging puddles on the way to the High Street. I pass by the old Tranent Parish Church, and it’s lookin’ all majestic and stuff, but I’m too busy thinkin’ about how I’m gonna survive this day.

Tranent man kicked hole in wall and refused to leave premises