Lydia Broussard Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Her eyes tho, man, they’re old—seen too much. Makes me sad, kinda. Happy too, ‘cause she’s still kickin’. Got this story—heard she once tricked a cop, slipped him a fake name, danced outta cuffs. Sneaky lil’ minx! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout it. Prolly bullshit, but I’d buy it—she’s got that vibe.

The attack

prostitution charge and that he would be placed on probation for the other two convictions and would be required to register as a sex offender.

I remember this one crazy day, right? I was up to my eyeballs in work at the spa, and my neighbor, old man Leroy, bursts through my door yellin’ about his lost hat or some shite. I cracked up and said, “Man, you got the nerve!” That memory still cracks me up. Broussard’s got soul, even if it sometimes makes me mad as hell with its doggone quirks.

Ernie Peters