Anna Oxnard Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Hookups in Oxnard

Ngh, oh, ya gotta know the neighborhoods too. There's the artsy, unpredictable Downtown Oxnard – where murals pop on every wall, and sprinkle a dash of "WHAT THE FREAK?!" marvel all over. And then there's Silver Strand – slick, serene, with ocean views that are like a warm hug from the universe. I always chuckle when I think, "Hey, this is one heck of a knockout city, man!" and it makes my heart swell like a warm compress on a sore muscle.

UPDATED: Flower vendor crossing street in Oxnard struck by car dies from injuries