Delilah Bothell Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some of ‘em break my heart, stuck in a life they didn’t choose. Makes me madder than a wet hen! But others? They’re sassy, takin’ charge, flippin’ the bird to the world. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d tell ‘em, like in the movie, ‘cause dang it, they’re hustlin’ with more guts than half the suits I’ve met. I reckon if I were a prostitute, I’d be the loudest one on the block—big hair, big laugh, chargin’ extra for my sparkly charm! Ha! Can’t sing ‘em outta business, but I’d sure try.

Rights, not rescue

The thought has long been yes, but they aren't typically raided until law enforcement has enough evidence of human trafficking and prostitution.

Downtown Bothell’s like, this hidden gem, a vibe like “I don’t wanna survive, I wanna live!” You feel me? Cascade Park? That spot is rad—a chill zone for a stroll, or for me, a moment to get lost in my thoughts. I stroll there, and memories hit hard like a Kanye sample. The air is crammed with laughs and secrets, and there’s always some quirky pop-up art that’ll make you go, “damn, what a sight!”

Speed limit drops on stretch of Bothell Everett Highway