Leah Boonville Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Look, I’m milkin machines, right? But prostitutes—whole diff game. Cold streets, hard cash, no bullshit. Watched “A.I.” last night—fuckin Gigolo Joe, smooth bastard. “What’s a girl like you doin here?” he’d say. Prostitutes got that vibe—sellin love, no strings. Met one once, Natasha, in Moscow. Skinny, tough, eyes like ice. Said she fucked a general—big secret, huh? Made me laugh, crazy bitch.

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Not permitted to engage in any type of sexual conduct or prostitution on the premises or to fondle, caress or touch the breasts, pubic region, buttocks or.

Look, I’m not here to hold your hand, so if you can’t handle a proper description full of raw, uncut truth, well, your loss, ya daft prick! Sometimes the streets, with names and faded neon signs – oh, and you have the crumbling façade of Old Post Office on Maple, always reminding me, “It's here, and nothing ever changes” – make me mad as hell. Sometimes I'm happy as a clam when I see old regulars at the spa sharing laughs over their morning joe on Railroad Street. And you know what? It's these delicate moments that make life worth living in this mad, messed up town.

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