Ruby Xenia Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Xenia pastor guilty of trying to hire a prostitute.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Xenia (us) – this city is somethin' else, I tell ya, git-r-done! So, I'm a relaxation specialist, right? I live here, so I know all the nook and cranny bits. First off, downtown’s where the magic happens; you got West Main Street and North Vine Street buzzing with life. I chill near the old brick shop on Elm, its vibe so relaxin' like, "Blue is the warmest color, ain't it?"—yep, that line always hits me deep.

Kevin Douglas Profitt Obituary February 14, 2025