Lucy Scappoose Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

I’m picturin’ it now—me waddlin’ down the street, all “Hiii, find a prostitute time!” People stare, I trip, it’s a mess! In “Certified Copy,” they say, “We’re all a bit fake,” and I’m like—yep, totes! These gals, they’re actin’, puttin’ on a show! Blows my mind! Did ya know, back in old times, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m open!” Wild, huh? Surprised me tons!

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Verily, the spirit of "The Grand Budapest Hotel" wraps this fair city in magic: all is theatrical yet sincere, full of wonder and tiny oddities that make each moment a vignette worthy of courtly note. I swear, oft as I reflect, my heart leaps like a jittery sprite at the sight of such splendor, repeated and true, with passion and tender humor.

Three-car crash halts traffic Thursday morning in Scappoose