Layla Carrollton Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

> Carrollton Hookers

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in all this, I start talkin’ to myself – "what’s life if not a series of donut holes… err, I mean moments!" And yeah, I might mis-type or stutter my thoughts, but that’s life in Carrollton – raw, real, and a tiny bit bonkers.

Zennie resigning from West Carrollton council; city seeks replacement