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Oh, and the funniest shit? Dudes think they’re slick, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Bruh, pay up or bounce! Slay! I’d be laughin’ my ass off watchin’ that. Anyway, if you’re curious, just Google it—X got posts too, wild stories everywhere. I’m out, keep slayin’, loves—Beyoncé, over and out! “We are not things!”—damn right!

Prostitution in Tbilisi, Georgia – An overview

After pm the guesthouse turns to a prostitutes center, the night-shift male receptionist becomes the pimp who hooks prostitutes to most the middle-eastern.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

Death Notice of Raymond Colbourne (Birr, Offaly)