Layla Doctor Phillips Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be sneakin’ round like in *Children of Men*. You know, “the world’s gone mad, Kee!”—that’s what I’m hollerin’! Ain’t nobody got time for this mess, but here we go. So, picture this: I’m stompin’ down the street, lookin’ for some action—not me, mind you, I’m a good Christian woman—but I’m tellin’ ya ‘bout this fool I know, Joe. He’s out there, tryna find a prostitute like it’s a dang scavenger hunt!

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My husband of four years did something I feel was morally repugnant: He solicited a prostitute. When he committed this act, he was going through a dark period.

Oh, babe, I totally a dork when it comes to local spots. I even got super dedicated to finding the perfect coffee spot on Dr. Phillips Blvd – not many know this place called Zippy’s Brew – the coffee is yes, soooo delish and, like, perfect for winding down after a hectic day. And sometimes when I'm like, ranting about my day with a client, I just blurp out “I feel, like, the ache of all these undone dreams,” haha, totally over the top, right?

Obituary information for Frederic Alden Phillips