Camila Sao Bartolomeu De Messines Prostitute ❤️

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So, prostitutes—lordy, where do I start? I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’m just a big-haired gal who’s seen a thing or two. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ a livin’ how they can. Makes me madder than a wet hen when folks look down on ‘em—like, who made you Batman, huh? “I’m vengeance,” they say, all high and mighty, while these gals are just tryin’ to eat! Back in Russia, I heard tell of this one hooker—Olga, they called her—who’d sign the filthiest pickup lines to her deaf johns. Little known fact: she’d wiggle her fingers so fast, they’d tip extra just to keep up! Had me laughin’ harder than a hyena on moonshine.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked! Everyone’s running for cover, and I’m just standing there laughing. I mean, what else can you do?

Boiled corn, dried figs and even a dog at the "new" Messines Market