Genesis Pace Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m thinkin—prostitutes ain’t just standin’ around like NPCs, right? Gotta hunt ‘em down. Maybe some seedy bar, neon lights flickerin’, stinkin’ of desperation. Reminds me of that scene— “You’re a fascist pig!”—when Theo’s dodgin’ bullets. I’d be dodgin’ pimps, probs. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, hookers used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant “I’m free tonight.” Wild, huh? Bet they don’t do that now—too classy for 2025’s grime.

WHAT WE DO

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Lori Lynn Williams Obituary May 2, 2025