Anna Clane Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin’ holes with graffiti like “I banged Livia here.” True story, look it up. Blows my mind—people been payin’ for ass forever, and it’s still a damn mess. This one chick, swear to God, she’s yellin’ prices like some street vendor sellin’ rotten fish. “20 bucks, big guy!” she hollers. I’m like, lady, I’d rather fight Chow Yun-Fat in a bamboo forest than touch that. “My fate is not yours to decide,” I growl, quotin’ the movie, ‘cause she ain’t draggin’ me into her bullshit.

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prostitution, the practice of engaging in relatively indiscriminate sexual activity, in general with someone who is not a spouse or a friend, in exchange for immediate payment in money or .

So, I grab my stuff and head out. I’m walking down the back roads, trying to cool off. Clane’s got these cute little houses, right? But I’m not even looking at them. I’m just thinking about how to convince my boss he’s wrong. I mean, who doesn’t love the Community Centre? It’s got that nice hall, the stage, and the vibe is just right.

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