Ellie Treasure Island Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

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This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

My place, oh boy, it’s tucked in a side alley on Slipstream St. Real hidden gem. Clients rant bout their life woes and I just say, "Get a grip, idiot sandwich!" It’s wild, secret confessions in dim light. Sometimes it's spiritual, sometimes it's bloody ugly. But hey, that's life here.

All Bay Bridge lanes open after CHP detain person who was on bridge