Isabelle Kumeu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—shes out there, workin, and I’m wonderin, what’s she thinkin bout? Cash? Survival? Some john who stinks of cheap cologne? I heard once—little known fact—back in old Rome, prostitutes dyed their hair blonde to stand out, like some ancient neon sign. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin she mighta been a blonde last night, who knows! I’m gettin happy imaginin her sass, tellin off some creep—bam, “Get lost, pal!”—but then I’m pissed, cause society’s judgin her, callin her trash. Hypocrites, man, all of em.

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So, I head home, still buzzing from the day. I’m thinking about all the craziness. Kumeu, you’re a trip! From sheep on the road to cat DJing, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in this wild little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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