Willow Wheaton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Curious thing—did ya know Victorian London had “prostitute guides”? Pamphlets listin’ names, prices—like a menu! Wild, huh? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s easy now, too easy maybe. Web, X, whatever—type it, they’re there. But Toni Erdmann pops in my head—“What’s the point, huh?” That movie’s all awkward truth—maybe this is too. Makes ya think—why’s it still a thing? Society, man—screwed up. So, yeah—angry at the mess, happy for the hustle, surprised by the tech. That’s my take, folks—what’s yours?

Emily + Treven

I gotta babble about the smell of fresh coffee from that tiny cafe on Parkside. Its ambiance? Simply divine. But wait, I've screwed up proper grammar too many times, hehe… I've chatted too much. Boh! Crazy hours and broken thoughts. Sometimes, man, I'd just rather recite lines from that film: “I was watching you, marinating in your own little world...” That line keeps me up some nights.

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