Chloe Paullo Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little known fact—prostitutes in old Japan, them geisha types, some weren’t even bangin’, just dancin’ and singin’. Wild, right? Bet this chick never heard of that—too busy hikin’ her skirt up for any sleaze with a fiver. Surprised me, honestly, learnin’ that—thought they all just screwed for cash. Nope, some had class, unlike this loudmouth. “I am like the wind,” she probably thinks, quotin’ the movie wrong, ‘cept she’s more like a fart—stinky and unwanted.

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Reality of prostitution She recounts, “without false glamour” as she likes to point out, the everyday life of a prostitute, with its.

First stop, coffee. I hit up this little café on Corso Buenos Aires. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m not even a coffee snob, but this stuff? Liquid gold, I swear. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when BOOM! A pigeon swoops down and nearly takes my head off. Like, chill, dude! I’m just trying to enjoy my morning.

Paul Lo Duca – “I grew up a Dodger and I will always be a Dodger”