Taylor Goor Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rotterdam

What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

I Was a Sex Worker. Here’s What I Want You to Know

The only ways to get the prostitute out are to either kill her (after a little while, the body will fall out by itself), open the passenger side door and.

I hop out, and I’m ready to throw hands with this rock. But then I see it’s just a stupid boulder. I’m like, “Really? You think you can stop me?” I manage to move it, but I’m covered in mud. I look like I just crawled outta a swamp.

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