Audrey Hurst Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me ragin? The stink. Gods, the stench of em—sweat, ale, shame all mixed up. Saw one once, bold as brass, tits out, hagglin with some merchant. Nearly spat my drink—surprised me she had the stones to barter! But happy? Hah, never. They’re a jest, a sad little game. “I choose violence” over pityin em—let em rot, I say. Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, pathetic!

Cash passed on fraudulently spent on cocaine and prostitutes

A woman who helped manage a brothel in Hurst was ordered by a court to pay back almost £85, from the profits of her crime.

I swear, walkin’ close to Riverbend Park, you almost hear whispers of secrets! Kinda like that "Inception" line, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.” And tighten that belt 'cause Hurst’s got surprises comin' at ya! I ain't kiddin' – sometimes dreams get wild here.

Frances Ann (Oller) Hurst