Claire Scappoose Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Bloody hell, what a gig! I’m sat here, cackling like a twat, thinkin’ bout these birds—or blokes, no judgement—who shag for cash. Imagine that life, eh? “The Hurt Locker” vibes—every john’s a bomb waitin’ to blow! “You’re two feet from hell,” I reckon, dodgin’ STDs like fuckin’ landmines. Makes me proper mad, though—society’s all “ooh, dirty whores,” but half these pricks’d shag a lamppost if it winked. Hypocrites, the lot!

Government

Sherry fuson had worked at a local massage parlor on 82nd avenue and was a known prostitute. Three young children were present when she was murdered. Agency.

Thou wilt note, too, that every corner brims with life. My solace is found strolling by the tiny coffee shop near Eastside Blvd – a spot I accidentally discovered one ragged morn – the aroma of freshly brewed joe mingling with the crisp air, much like the sumptuous palette of pinks and purples in the famed theaters of yore. It may seem trivial, but, damn, it does make my day every time!

Check out the Scappoose mid-century home selling for $3.2 million