Mila Stabroek Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Met this one chick—called her Red—fiery hair, smelled like cheap gin. She laughed, “I’m my own captain!”—straight outta *The New World*, yeah? Made me happy, her spunk, but then—bam!—she told me bout cops shakin’ her down. Pissed me off! Wanted to eat their livers, fava beans on the side, ya feel me?

Privé Stabroek

BRASILIA, (Reuters) – Another embarrassing incident surfaced involving U.S. personnel and prostitution in Latin America yesterday, as Defense Secretary Leon Panetta announced that .

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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