Violet Yao Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Curious thing—did ya know Victorian London had “prostitute guides”? Pamphlets listin’ names, prices—like a menu! Wild, huh? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s easy now, too easy maybe. Web, X, whatever—type it, they’re there. But Toni Erdmann pops in my head—“What’s the point, huh?” That movie’s all awkward truth—maybe this is too. Makes ya think—why’s it still a thing? Society, man—screwed up. So, yeah—angry at the mess, happy for the hustle, surprised by the tech. That’s my take, folks—what’s yours?

Divorced and Alone: Yau Ma Tei’s Ladies of the Night

4 women knocked our door, waking us up. They said to my husband that they offer massage. Called the reception and said they do not offer massage in the rooms.

When I get there, it’s packed. The energy is insane! I’m talkin’ people everywhere, drinks flowin’, and the vibe is electric. I’m feelin’ good, like I’m on top of the world. But then, guess who shows up? Yup, Mr. Suit.

How large is Yao Ming's wine glass, anyways?