Sienna Schifferstadt Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the johns—total dopes! One guy, swear to carrots, paid her in chickens once. Chickens! What’s she gonna do, pluck ‘em mid-shift? Cracked me up, that one. “Love’s a lie,” she snaps in the movie, and I’m like, tell it, babe! She’s seen it all—horny saps, weepy drunks, the works. Me, I’d exaggerate her swagger, say she’s dodgin’ bullets like me with Elmer Fudd, but nah, it’s just dodgin’ creeps.

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I think these girls have it better than a lot of prostitutes. They don't want any diseases, either, and can probably turn down/kick out any guy who doesn't seem clean or treats them badly. Also, .

I gotta be honest, sometimes my head spins thinking how a massage parlor owner like me sees the soul of a town. I notice the holes in sidewalks, the worn paint on lampposts, every crack is a story, just like every scar on a wise old face from here. I’ve laughed, cried, and even flipped tables (metaphorically, hehe) watching over Schifferstadt’s daily opera of life.

"Hopefully people can buy Puntarelle in the supermarket next year!"