Mila Silverton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little known fact—didja know in old London, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free,” blue was “busy.” Wild, right? She don’t got no hanky, just a nod, and we’re off. I’m happy, sorta, but surprised too—she’s funny, sarcastic, calls me “old soul” with a grin. I’m thinkin, maybe she’s the hero here, savin me from loneliness. “The world’s gone mad,” I say, echoin *Children of Men*, and she nods, like, “Yeah, but we’re still kickin.”

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Silverton had a walking underground that put businesses and government buildings straight to whore houses so no one would be seen entering the establishments.

I know, I know… I babble! I’m a psych guy, ya see? Observing human madness is art. One day, I saw a couple in the park whispering sweet nothings near the old fountain on Pike. Emotional sparks flew! Unpredictable, like Jim Carrey’s antics in that film.

The forgotten — and shameful — history of Silverton