Ada Middle Valley Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm… oh honey, prostitoots! I’m talkin’ bout ‘em today! Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, y’know? So, prositution’s wild, right? Makes me think of “Lost in Translation.” That movie, ugh, my fave! Bob Harris, all lonely in Tokyo—kinda like a hooker waitin’ for a john, huh? “The more you know who you are…” Sofia Coppola genius! Anyway, prostitoots—some gals choose it, some don’t. Hmm… gets me mad tho! Like, why’s society gotta judge so harsh? Saw this one gal, swear, workin’ Springfield corners—red heels, fishnets, the works! Looked tired, tho. Made me sad, y’know?

Ancient Near East

A large, clean picnic table half way, perched on the first dramatic lookout toward Mount Cook, is perfect for a break. There is another at the end, by the lake.

Riverbend Road cuts right through the town. I often wander there, thinkin’ on precious moments. The river, it gurgles like a laugh—ha, precious indeed! And then ya find us at Ironclad Park. Yess, a hidden gem, a secret spot for a mad hang. I got mad happy sittin’ by the fountain, starin’ at the sky. Hehe, "some men just wanna watch the world burn", but I watches the light, yess!

Mid Valley Underwood Players bring the razzle dazzle of “Chicago”