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About Quepos

I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

My 25 years as a prostitute

Thanks to a new smartphone app, there may no longer be a need to comb the streets in search of a prostitute.

Folks always say "Lightbulb!" when somethin' clicks here. And let me tell ya, every corner has a hidden story! I run around like mad, always lookin' for that juicy little spot where the locals vibe hard. Check out Happy Square – not much known but oh, the giggles there!

Cold cot nights returned to Salvation Army following cold weather across the South Plains