Amelia Driefontein Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, insurance investigator gig, thinkin’ bout this prostitute case—yeah, real classy stuff. Everybody lies, right? She’s tellin’ me she slipped, broke her ankle, suin’ some sleazy motel. Bullshit. I’m like, “You’re a hooker, honey, not a ballerina.” Ten, that flick I love—Abbas Kiarostami, 2002—keeps poppin’ in my head. That line, “You’re not a woman, you’re a disaster!” fits her perfect. She’s got this sob story, says she’s innocent, just payin’ bills. Lies. Ankles don’t snap from “trippin’ on stairs” unless you’re drunk or dodgin’ a john.

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I won't lie: sometimes I get so wrapped up in my pleasure coach mojo that I exaggerate the magic of these streets. Others might say I'm a bit loony, but hey, life’s too short not to enjoy every moment, right? Oh, and I had a little mishap at Spicy Street – mistook my session appointment time and ended up chasin' my cab all over town with a scream of "Oh em gee, reeeeeally?!" (Yes, typos galore – sorry, hun, I'm in a hurry!)

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