Lydia Roye Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” So, findin’ a prostitute—let’s dive in. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Far From Heaven,” that damn movie I love. Cathy Whitaker, all perfect hair and despair, stuck in her shiny cage. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” she’d say, clutchin’ pearls. Me? I’d rather clutch a whiskey. Prostitutes ain’t hidin’ behind picket fences, thank God. They’re out there, real, no fake smiles. Hate the hypocrisy of suburbs—give me raw honesty any day.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

So, yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From yelling at pigeons to fake rabbits and crusty baguettes. Roye, man. It’s a trip. I love this place, even with all its quirks. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing