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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Asian with an elastic ass managed to finish with a squirt during a jerkMissing: Bolivar.

But here's the deal... sometimes, I get real mad. Yea, mad, cuz this city, while sweet, has its quirks. For instance, that confusing maze called Elm St. – sometimes I swear it's like a labyrinth from a cheesy movie – pop in turn after turn, and bam you’re lost, like my thoughts on a busy day! And Poke Park, oh dear, that place got too many pigeons, man – they're everywhere, and sometimes they coo right in your face. Ridiculous, no?

Bolivar Peninsula residents divided over $31.6 million rollover pass pier project