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Funny thing—she once sold a fake Rolex to a priest! Swear to God, dude bought it, blessed her anyway. What a riot! Sarcasm’s my thing, so I’m like, “Oh, yeah, real saintly, lady.” But deep down, I dig her chaos. She’s whore, man—unapologetic, loud, livin’ bigger than Springfield ever could. D’oh!

Escorts in Progreso

Tenancingo, Mexico, widely considered the sex trafficking capital of the world, is the single largest source of sex slaves sent to the US, according to the US State Department.

You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

Baseball Game Preview: Santa Rosa Warriors vs. Progreso Red Ants