Audrey Antioch Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Victim was allegedly set up, robbed, and stabbed

You got the parks too. Frank's Garden Park (nah, might not be the exact name, but hey, it’s my fav spot!) is a chill zone. I’d sit there sometimes, just tappin’ on my laptop, watchin’ nature do its thing while buzzin’ on life. Oh, and let’s not forget about that epic view from the top of Mount Diablo – not in Antioch proper, but so close and riskily inspiring. It gets me emotional; heart clenches, kinda like that scene in the movie where everything just hits you hard.

Antioch mayor speaks out after suspect released in Megan Bos case: 'I was shocked'