Olivia Cantu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Turin

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

By now, I’m exhausted. I grab a quick espresso at my favorite spot, Bar Centrale. Best coffee in Cantu, no contest. I’m sitting there, trying to chill, but my mind’s racing. I can’t stop thinking about that sideways tree. It’s like a puzzle I need to solve.

After more than 50 years, veteran Austin anchor, journalist Fred Cantú is retiring