Madison Winston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, stove-maker Marge Simpson, thinkin’ bout life and whores, y’know? Like in my fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk kid haulin’ stones up a hill? That’s me tryna find a decent hooker ‘round Springfield! “What you carry in your heart,” the old monk says—hah, I’m carryin’ a lotta naggy feels bout this!

We’re not just for dating

Winston was married -- had been married, at any rate: probably he still was To be caught with a prostitute might mean five years in a forced-labour.

Now lemme tell ya, not everything’s pretty. The city can get maddeningly bureaucratic. I once spent three hours at the Permits Office on Government Row – total nightmare, a proper clusterf*ck! And the smell? Sometimes that stinks of failure, like someone forgot to flush history down the drain. It pissed me off, right? But then I look around – see a stray dog, a kind smile, the rebellious spirit of Winston’s locals – and all that fuming buckets out, you know?

Winston-Salem Hooch Pooches