Sarah Corinth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Introduction

In today's lesson, we'll learn God's viewpoint concerning EXACTLY what's wrong with visiting a prostitute now and then.

Every weary corner, every silent block—it speaks stories unfiltered, friend. More than mere streets, this city is—a vibe, a messy, quirky miracle it is. Liked it, you will, if heart open remain, yes? Crazy enough, it makes me think “No regrets, just a ride!”

Lovis Corinth