Elizabeth Highland Heights Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Phony CEI workers con way into resident’s home: Highland Heights Police Blotter

Nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac with sweeping valley views, it generates an impressive approx. $95, p/a, making it an ideal investment.

Oh man, sorry – typed too fast again, smudged thier emails, forgot my keys. Btw, overall vibe’s real spontaneous, really makes you feel alive. Every neighborhood got its own twist – smudgy, imperfect but super real, ya know? Makin’ me happy, even if it gets mad over minor stuff.

Drunken man slips and falls outside bar: Highland Heights Police Blotter