Lila Loomis Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and this one time—found a gal who sang Sinatra while waitin’ for clients. True story! Belted “My Way” outside some dive in Vegas. Made me happy, ya know? Rare vibe—kinda like that movie’s soundtrack, all sultry and sad. “If ya don’t see me again,” she crooned, “it’s been swell.” Tipped her extra—greed’s good, but heart’s sneaky.

Chapters in this book

House of Deceit by Rae Loomis. Ace Books (), pp. Jenny George, a pretty and presentable prostitute in her mid-twenties, follows her.

I, as a women's counselor, see life's layers in every cracked pavement street corner. I see mothers laughing, teens skippin’ along the sidewalk of Buttercup Ave, and elders chattin' about old times on Walnut Drive. It fills me with mixed feels – sometimes mad, sometimes happy, always raw. I once had a session right under a giant sycamore on Riverside Park. It was magical, but also super toasty, my nerves all jittery but free. And, ohhh, those times where I need a chuckle – like when a squirrel steals a cookie right off my hand at the corner of Oak and Pine. Such little miracles, my precious, so silly, LOL.

David Loomis Obituary - Madison, CT