Audrey Fordham Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: I’m strollin downtown, air smells like piss and desperation. I’m lookin for a pro, someone who knows the game. Not these fake-ass posers, nah, I want the real deal. Back in the 80s, they say cops used to bust girls by askin em to flash – if they did, bam, arrested! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin how dumb some laws are. But now? It’s all sneaky, underground – ya gotta know where to look.

49th: Prostitutes keep out

Pimps, or prostituted minors at the direction of their pimps, simply post a phone number with a picture and/or provocative words. The pimps find prostitution.

Man, don’t even get me started on local landmarks. The Fordham Coliseum? Yeah, that place is dope. People say a lot of crap about it, like “what’s wrong with this break?” but yo, to me it's like an oasis in a desert of concrete. I even once sat there meditatively, and dang, it made me feel like Max himself – “I am not a visitor. I am a survivor.” That line always rings, so true.

Men’s Basketball Edged at St. Bonaventure, 74-72