Ellie Scottsbluff Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Tue. May 30

There’s the Niobrara River, babbling along like it’s spittin’ secrets. I sometimes sit near the river bank, thinkin’ ‘Holy Motors, baby!’, and watch peeps go about their day. Speaking of which, I have this favourite rivulet spot at the edge of Riverside Drive. Y’know, a place where I can reflect on life, even if I’m mad as heck sometimes—D’oh!

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