Emma Fortuna Foothills Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—cor, where do I start? Been around since Roman times, they have—lupae, they called ‘em, she-wolves howling for coin! Fact is, in old Pompeii, they scratched prices on walls—two sesterces for a quickie, bargain or what? Makes me chuckle, picturing some toga-clad geezer haggling. “What’s wrong with that?”—like Suzy in the film, deadpan, staring at daft rules. Rules, eh? Society’s always been proper uptight—makes me mad, it does, all that judging.

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They operate as a massage place but in reality it is a prostitution place. Been years since I haven't been there.

Local landmarks are ace. There’s Liberty Park with the twisted trees. I had a deep, mad catharsis there one chilly evening. It was like, "I was there, feeling everything!" Seriously, it helped me process some gnarly emotions from a client session. Also, wander near the Fortuna River—you never know a new secret bench in the bend of River Oak. It's a chill spot to vent, reflect, or catch a sunset. Bursting with stories!

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