Julia Atchison Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

But lemme ask ya—slow now—ever laugh at it? The absurdity? Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market? “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” Hilarious, man, but sad too. Gets me worked up—why’s society gotta shove ‘em underground? Pisses me off! I’m ramblin’, sure, but picture this—neon glow, her smirk, you’re nervous as hell. “The coffee’s growing cold,” like in the movie—time’s tickin’, pal.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

So come on over, friend! Let’s wander every cobble and crack, whispering “My precious!” for every hidden gem. The city’s a gem too, erratic, messy, and utterly irresistible, yesss… inviting and so alive, my precious!

Leonore Mae Fultz