Megan Conselve Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I muster up some courage and go for it. We chat, and it’s going great! But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, and she’s laughing. I’m dying inside, but hey, at least she’s cute. We end up talking for a while, and I forget all about my earlier disasters.

“There’s no shortage of energy, there’s too much energy waste”