Claire North Andover Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

Prostitution, Pimping, and Soliciting

Then you got the overgrown patch near River Rd. by the Shawsheen River. That river, oh man, the way it just ambles through the town reminds me of that slow, inevitable drifting from the movie. “Maybe the earth simply endures,” one might say. And I'm like, yeah, but it’s also annoyingly persistent.

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