Anna Ardmore Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Ardmore, OK

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Pardon my style, but I gotta mention the Ardmore River. Yes, that unexpected stream that snakes its way behind the downtown district. Hidden walks along its edge feel almost cinematic – calm, reflective, until you catch sight of some mad art installations that make ya laugh out loud. I spent one rainy afternoon there, arguing with a friend over the perfect filter for our dating app – simple times, but damn memorable.

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