Avery Parsippany Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

What surprises me? How they keep goin. Rain, heat, assholes stiffin em—they still out there. Tough as nails. Say hello to my little friend! I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Oh, and funniest shit—heard some john asked for a discount cause he “lasted 2 seconds.” She told him, “Honey, I charge by the hour, not the squirt!” Laughed my ass off, fuckin gold! What ya think, amigo? They’re outlaws, like me, Tony Montana, bangin life in the face!

Three prostitution arrests at local hotels

Each individual were transported to Parsippany Police Headquarters and processed. They were individually charged on a Complaint-Summons of one.

You know, honesty rules: Parsippany can be tedious, sometimes repetitive, but it’s my vibe. I can’t ignore the tiny miracle on Hublot St. – a hidden diner with the best greasy fries ever. No exaggeration, it's a gem. Its neon sign reminds me: “Do you ever feel out of place?” – little line I heard in Brooklyn.

Parsippany Library Debuts Coffee Nook, Courtesy of the Friends of the Library