Hannah Cave Spring Prostitute ❤️

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Honey, listen up! I’m Oprah—emphatic, loud, YOU GET A CAR!—and today, I’m shepherdin’ you through my thoughts on prostitutes, y’all. Picture this: I’m sittin’, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—my fave, y’all, that 2002 gem—and it hits me. Life’s messy, raw, like a prostitute’s hustle on these streets. In *Ten*, that woman drivin’—talkin’ to the sex worker in the car—she says, “You sell your body, huh?” And I’m like, damn, that’s real! Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s survival, baby!

“Exploration of Devil Caves,” Tairiku Nippō: Part 2 | 大陸日報「魔窟探検記」: 続編

Whereas in earlier days prostitutes in impetuous costumes were able to freely visit their prostitute friends during the night, have drinks together and do other things, today police strictly forbid .

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

Cave Spring home fire damage estimated at $350K, cause still under investigation