Harper Windcrest Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

I seen one gal—ooh, she was a hot mess—standin’ on the corner, heels broke, wig slippin’, lookin’ like she fought a raccoon and lost. Made me mad as hell! Why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? But then, shoot, she winked at me—ME!—like I’m ‘bout to be her next customer. I hollered, “Honey, I ain’t got no cash for that!” Got me laughin’ though, ‘cause she had spunk. Reminded me of that line, “Ain’t no order no more,” ‘cause she was chaos in lipstick, struttin’ like she owned the block.

Oaks of Windcrest, Fredericksburg

My coach gigs got me checkin’ out every nook. Little alleys off Valley Lane hide secret murals and quiet benches. Punk vibes, raw art, a hidden gem every time I stroll down there. Did I mention how mad I get when I see trash on the curb? Ridic, I know – reallll madd! I just wanna shout, "Life is but a dream, ain't it?" – kinda like a line twisted from that movie, sorta slow, deep, ya know?

Windcrest continued payments to boarding facility owner despite two felony assault arrests, records show