Sophie Shawnee Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

Welcome Message from the Sheriff

God told Hosea to go and marry a prostitute. He was to go and love this unfaithful woman, despite her continual adultery and betrayal. But why? Why would.

Oh, baby, shawty, let me tell ya bout Shawnee, us – groovy, baby! So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme say the vibe here is like, wild and tender, ya know? Downtown’s poppin’ on Main St. and Maple, real sorta heart and soul stuff – kinda like that scene in Carlos where every sphere of life is motion, yeah baby!

Banner day for Spartans at Shawnee Hights Meet