Kayla Monee Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hmm… oh honey, prostitoots! I’m talkin’ bout ‘em today! Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, y’know? So, prositution’s wild, right? Makes me think of “Lost in Translation.” That movie, ugh, my fave! Bob Harris, all lonely in Tokyo—kinda like a hooker waitin’ for a john, huh? “The more you know who you are…” Sofia Coppola genius! Anyway, prostitoots—some gals choose it, some don’t. Hmm… gets me mad tho! Like, why’s society gotta judge so harsh? Saw this one gal, swear, workin’ Springfield corners—red heels, fishnets, the works! Looked tired, tho. Made me sad, y’know?

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Photo by Chante Monee on March 27, May be an image of goose. chantemonee. Gremlin lookin prostitute getting you off, WEDDING, OFF!

Yeah, I may type all over – err, sorry, got a bit too hyped – but every corner of Monee has its own pulse, its own heartbeat. I get happy, I get mad, sometimes I even laugh at my own dumb luck. And every now an then, I recall lines like “Her şey yolundadır, dostum,” mumbled in a quiet moment by that creek.

Monee Police Blotter: April 14 – 20