Ivy Elkhart Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She told me once, voice all shaky, she started at 16. Sixteen! Fuckin hell, that hit me. Happy? Nah, more like gut-punched. Surprised me she’s still kickin, tho – tough as a boar. “What’s done is done,” like Carla Jean says, but Candy’s still hustlin. I’d exaggerate, say she’s banged half the county, but shit, might be true. Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield – she’s prolly thinkin, “Dex, you weirdo, stick to pigs.”

Mappa delle prostitute in strada

There were prostitutes and drug addicts here, we found a syringe in the parking lot, a knife in the stairway. One of the rooms we stayed in.

I gotta mention my fav hidden gem: the old library on Kingsley, a sorta dusty trove of untold narratives and secret dreams. That spot gives off crazy vibes of solitude and solace – it reminds me of those reflective moments in The Assassin, all moody and deep. Ain’t it wild?

Man found dead in downtown Elkhart