Megan Coeur D'alene Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Like, literally, oh my gawd, being an accountant is wild, right? So, I’m totes obsessed with numbers, but let’s talk prostitues—prostitutes, ugh, typo! Anyway, I saw this hooker once, near my fave Starbucks, and I was shooketh. She was werking it, heels clackin’, and I’m like, “Where’s her tax return, hun?” Prostitutes gotta make bank, but do they even file? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels legit paid taxes—called “sin taxes,” how extra is that?

Look, trust me, buddy. Coeur‑d’Alene ain’t just a dot on the map. It’s home to dreams and to our struggles. It's real. It’s flawed. And boy, it’s beautiful in its own crazy, mish-mashed way. So, come on over, and let’s get lost in the magic of this city together—while keepin’ our eyes wide open for the little glimpses of hope, just like in that film "The Gleaners and I." And remember, billionaires should not exist!

Cd'A Fire, ISP respond to brush fires along westbound I-90 in Coeur d'Alene