Taylor Red Oak Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie – it’s like huntin’ for a decent chord progression in a sea of Ed Sheeran covers. Ya gotta know the spots, right? Them dark corners, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy amp. I reckon it’s all a bit sad, tho – blokes so desperate they’re payin’ for a shag. “You’re not even good at being pathetic!” I’d yell, laughin’ me arse off. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* bit – “Life’s just a big, weird party!” – ‘cept this party’s got STDs and regret.

Activists’ warnings

Room cleary deals drugs, people in and out all day and all night (/hour) Prostitutes all over this place. Our rooms security lock was broken and seemed.

Red-Oak is split by the calm Livel River, flowin' between neighborhoods like the artsy "Downtown Vibes" and the more laid-back "MeadowMews". I hang my shingle on Maple St, right next to the quirky cafés on 5th Ave. The building’s old as time, kinda creaky but it speaks to the soul of this town—yup, like Talk to Her’s tender moments, “I wish I could remember every color,” even if mine just blend into the background sometimes.

1 killed when chase with capital murder suspect ends with a crash, gunfire