Mia Needham Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In April Mother Needham was again arrested for keeping a disorderly house in Union Street near Bond Street, and held in prison until she could find.

Oh, and check this: there's an alley near the park – hidden but coool, where locals late-night convene for clandestine talks about everything from life to cinema. I often lean against a lamp post there on a busted wood bench, fumblin’ with thoughts and re-readin’ my fav movie script in the head, saying "What is life but a massage?" Haha, I know, it sounds crazy.

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