Evelyn Fallon Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Houston

Oi, mate, findin’ a prossie, eh? What a bleedin’ mission! Picture this—me, Ricky bloody Gervais, tearing through the streets like Max Rockatansky in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “I live, I die, I live again!”—except it’s me huntin’ for a tart instead of guzzling guzzoline. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, it’s a right palaver! Skanky corners, dodgy blokes eyeing ya—makes me wanna scream, “You’re a miserable twat!” to the whole lot.

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Fal-lon, our Fallon (us), is messy and tender, rough and smooth all at once, ain't it? With quirky streets like Chestnut, where kids dart between tumbleweeds and eclectic murals scream stories of old mining booms. Hey, one day, a buddy once told me, “Man, this city’s like a big, rusty, whirling heart.” I sobbed laughily, yes, saw a reflection of my crazy coder soul there.

Zachary Fallon