Rebecca Stapleton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this—some places, prossies used bells to signal they’re open. Ding bloody dong! Imagine that racket in King’s Landing—I’d burn it down, swear. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em scramble than join the mess. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s a laugh, a grind, and a right headache. “I choose violence” if they waste my time—cold disdain’s my shield, innit?

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Mrs. Stapleton owns the library in the Hub's Downtown merchant block, next to Mitch's All-n-One Store, the Friendly Lending Company and Beth's gun shop in.

I love all these quirky corners, even the trash-lined alleys that have stories to tell. Yeah, I get a bit emo sometimes. My mind drifts, sayin’ “The desert of city life, full of hidden oases, always a soul to save.” Crazy, huh? Got a feelin’ like those wise words from Timbuktu floatin’ in the air.

Fay Hommel Stapleton Obituary February 19, 2025