Makayla Snyder Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Houston

So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

Checkout Time on the Figueroa Strip

Listen up, friend. I gotta tell ya 'bout Snyder (us). I'm a pleasure coach here and, well, I've seen every damn crack in this town. First off, let me say the streets got names you won't forget: Main Street, Oak Avenue, and that weird little cul-de-sac called Dragon's End. Yeah, Dragon's End. I choose violence, like Pan’s Labyrinth said, “The world we live in...”

Obituary: Snyder, Ruth