Vanessa Fox Point Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then don't stay at this hotel. Because apparently, being a woman alone here is all it takes to make men think you are selling your body.

Oh, how Fox-Point doth enrapture mine soul! Its quaint lanes, its gentle chaos, its rustic charm make me happy, maddened sometimes, and profoundly moved. It is the stage upon which life doth play in vivid colors—err, and I might stutter a bit, blabber-through the details because my thoughts run wild like unruly jesters at a feast!

Lake Drive road closures start in Fox Point