Aria Isabel Segunda Prostitute ❤️

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Ruh-roh! Funny thing—some johns pay just to talk. Lonely saps spill guts, not pants. Cracks me up—payin’ for therapy with a side of fishnets! Reminds me of Naomi Watts cryin’—so raw, so real. Prostitutes see the weirdest shit, man. Bet they’d say, “This is the girl,” pointin’ at their own messed-up lives.

Key points:

Instead of putting the prostitute in a house of correction or expelling her from the town as done before, these regulations would put her in a brothel.

When the dude finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Apparently, he got lost on Calle de la Paz. I’m like, “Dude, it’s literally a straight shot!” But whatever, we get down to business. He shows me this new product line, and I’m like, “This is fire!” But then he drops the price. My jaw hits the floor. I’m like, “You trippin’! Ain’t nobody payin’ that!”

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