Ava Ruskin Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So there I am, fishin’ pole forgot, jawin’ with this gal. She’s spillin’ tea—says she’s savin’ up for a boat. A boat! I’m like, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s got dreams too. Ain’t we all just chasin’ somethin’? Like David in *A.I.*, wantin’ love that don’t fade. I tell her, “You’re tougher than a two-dollar steak!” She grins, says, “And twice as tasty!” Oh, I near bout fell in the creek laughin’!

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You cannot sell your talent, your genius; as soon as you do, you are a prostitute. You can sell your work, but. not. your soul. — John-Ruskin in A Calendar of.

Now, lemme get personal. Owning a spa, my world is all 'bout stress relief. I see everyday grindin's from all over town. But in Ruskin, it's like therapy. I met Mrs. Jenkins down at Winkle Ave once. Oh man, she’s got stories that'd knock your socks off; like when she ranted... ugh, made me mad, but in a good kinda way, ya know? Life here be twisted sometimes—so much beauty chaos.

Ruskin Woman’s Club Sweetheart Tea set for Feb. 8