Lauren Destrehan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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Okay, so first things first: the streets! You’ve gotta check out Main St – it’s, like, where all the fun begins, with cute little boutiques and chill cafes. Then there’s River Rd, which runs right up to the Mississippi. I, like, literally love that spot – watching the river flow, thinking “This is war!” (yeah, straight out of The Hurt Locker, babe – “We’re in a war zone, alright!” but in a chill vibe, lol).

Late first half flurry helps Destrehan put East St. John away