Zoey Overland Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

Daily Reflection & Prayer

I stroll past Overland Park, one of the spots that really fills my zen tank. Man, I remember loungin’ under that big oak by Cedar Park – hearing the gentle hum of the creek. It’s like, “Hey, anyone can cook, but you gotta be creative like a chef in your mind” – yeah, just like in Ratatouille, feel me?

Overland from Bali to London — why not? This is how I did it