Sofia Howth Prostitute ❤️❤️

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She’s out there – hustlin’. Legs shakin’. Cold as hell. I’m like – damn! How’s she doin’ it? Every night – same corner. Same ripped fishnets. Little known fact – some of ‘em? Back in the day? Medieval times? They’d mark their doors – red cloth. Sneaky signal. For the johns. History’s wild – right? Blows my mind. She’s history too – livin’ it.

Indonesia’s sex trade ‘impossible’ to shut down

I finally make it to the top, and wow, the cliffs are breathtaking. I’m standing there, wind in my hair, feeling like a total boss. But then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember my ex, and it hits me. I’m not bitter, I swear! Just... reflective.

All Shucked Up! At Howth’s new festival