Gabriella Abington Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

Online prostitution rampant, but police don't have resources to prosecute

Man, walking by the park on Birch Ln – oh, and don't even get me started on Sweetwater Park – makes me laugh, cry, and all the feels in one go. The park's got these little nooks for deep chats and cheeky rendezvous. In a weird way my work as a sexologist makes me appreciate these little pockets of naked truth and vulnerability, sort of like, "Show me the real!"

Director leading Abington's Chaiken Center for Student Success to new heights