Angelina Richlands Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—helluva task, right? Everybody lies, that’s the damn motto. You think you’re gettin’ some sweet deal, but nah, it’s all smoke and mirrors. Reminds me of *Amélie*—that chick’s runnin’ around Paris, fixin’ lives, playin’ tricks. “I’m no one’s little weasel,” she’d say, but prostitutes? They’re weasels for cash, man. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—searchin’ for one ain’t like orderin’ pizza.

Announcement

I’m not just ramblin’. Each corner, each misspelled graffiti (lol, so many typos all over these walls—like “Spaa” or “welcum” scribbled everywhere) tells me, “Keep goin’,” even when I wanna just sit back. Life’s a puzzle, a weird movie clip from Memento: “I’m not sure if I’ve made it up, or it’s all history.”

Update: Serious motorcycle crash shuts down Richland’s busy Gage Boulevard