Delilah Wharton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a tidbit—didja know in old Europe, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m available,” blew my mind when I read that! So I’m lookin’ for ribbons, signs, anything—I’m clueless! I’d probly ask, “Hey, you got a ribbon? No? Okay, bye!” She’d laugh in my face, and I’d deserve it! Pretty, pretty pathetic, huh?

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So there you have it, my gritty, heartfelt, chaotic ode to PWharton (us) – where love meets grime, and soul meets steel. Always a wild ride, like Tony Montana sayin’, “Say hello to my little friend!” Enjoy it, man, it’s our crazy, unforgettable city. Peace!

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