Claire Lind Prostitute ❤️

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So ‘ere’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like them shadows in me rum-soaked dreams. Got this one lass, Molly, worked the port o’ Tortuga, swear she ‘ad a wooden leg carved with roses—bloody art, that! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d kick ye with style. “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami’d say, but Molly? She was her own damn masterpiece, savvy? Weren’t no copy o’ nobody.

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Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types of hookers, relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for sex and where they hang out. .

Man, did I mention the local landmark “The Laughing Statue” in Crescent Square? Folks say, “If ya hear it chortle, you're in for a twist!” Haha, like, I swear! And oh, my fav spot? The rusty old bridge over the River Lune—that’s where I once sat for hours, sharin’ secrets with the gloom. Real mullhollanic moments, ya know?