Delilah Ravenna Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

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Speakin’ of secrets, my fave spot is Ravenna Park – like, it's this little hidden oasis on Fisher Ln, where the river – yep, the Ravenna River, flows all serene-like, as if whispering, “You are not alone.” Remember that line in The Return? Like, “There is no escape from our truth.” That hit me on a nauseating day, dude.

Ravenna Police shoot, kill suspect armed with BB gun who used victim as ‘human shield’