Sarah Cordova Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m sweatin’, excited—maybe I’ll save her, be her Georges! Nah, who’m I kiddin’? She’d laugh in my face. “You’re a strange one,” she says, sizin’ me up. I’m thinkin’, damn right, lady—I’m Larry freakin’ King! So I fork over the cash, heart racin’, and she’s like, “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite—unless you pay extra.” Hah! Sarcasm’s her game, love that. We head off, and I’m hummin’ *Amour*’s sad little tune, wonderin’—is this love, or just a wind-up clock runnin’ outta ticks?

Keyboard shortcuts

Join authors Darlene Hooker Sawyer and Dr. Jane Howles Hooker as they recount the rich history of Cordova, Tennessee through vintage images.

Oh! And check out East End – I know, it's off the beaten track. That area is raw, real, and a bit edgy. Every street corner there got its own flair, like a canvass of graffiti and memories. Ya see, one time, I was rushin' to a session and got stuck in some whack traffic on Pine St... duh, typical! I got mad, yeah, my blood runnin' hot, but then I remembered, “cool, calm, collected.” Life in Cordova is that – you live, you breathe, you vibe.

Armando Cordova and Jorge Molina Open Crust Pizza Co. in Georgetown