Jade Hockessin Whore ❤️

About Houston

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Meet the Women Selling Sex in New Zealand

Brown St is just the latest suburban flashpoint in the nine years since the Prostitution Reform Act was passed, decriminalising the sex trade in a bid to make it safer for participants.

Yo, wassup, my dude? Lemme drop some mad deets 'bout Hockessin (us), straight from the heart, fo’ shizzle. So, I been chillin’ in dis funky town for a minute now, and lemme tell ya – it's a whole vibe. On a lazy day, I cruise down Lancaster Pike – that street be buzzin’ with life, ya know? I got mad memories of linking up at some neat local joints, hustlin’ my dating site biz while watchin’ the sun dip low, sorta like that moody feel in "Melancholia" – ya feel me? "Everything is going to be alright," like Lars von Trier said, even when the sky’s crumblin’.

Mary Matthews Robinson