Lauren Harrah Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

So – picture this. Met this chick once. Workin’ the streets – near some dive bar. Skinny as hell. Eyes – wild! Like she’s seen ghosts. Prolly had. Told me – get this – she made 50 bucks once. For singin’! Yeah – singin’ to some drunk john. Not even the nasty stuff! Laughed my ass off. “You’re a damn nightingale,” I said. She grinned – tooth missin’. Made me happy, man. Real happy. Little spark in the dark.

Finding Sex in Las Vegas. Brothels. Prostitution. Escorts.

Sadly, it was still dirty. One of the same prostitutes that we saw on Friday night was still there Sunday morning in the same outfit. More Date.

My spa sits near Magnolia Ave, a quirky street that’s got art fuzzy art around every corner, not to mention a couple of vintage barber shops and neon diners that remind me of old Hollywood glitz (so dreamy, right?). The locals here? They’re one-of-a-kind. I once spilled essential oils all over, and a customer just said, “Honey, life’s a tumble – so laugh your way through it!” It hit me, like a flash of genius.

Police respond to Harrah rollover crash