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About Ploiesti

Funniest bit? She’s got this trick – winks at cops, they blush like schoolboys. Seen it myself, cracked me up. “Who’s doing this?” one stammers, Caché-style confusion. Her hustle’s sloppy, chaotic, beautiful – like a bear fightin’ a raccoon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch that shit over ballet any day. Prostitutes, man – they’re the unvarnished truth. Hate everything else, but that? That’s raw.

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Nine secrets of a Canadian sex worker: 'I hung out for 20 minutes and left with $' Fluffy towels, clean sheets and men’s shower products help her keep a competitive advantage in a customer.

I’m like, “Okay, quick pit stop.” I grab a langos, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then I remember, “Crap! The delivery!” So, I scarf it down and jump back in the truck.

Pilgrimage commemorating singers Doina and Ion Aldea-Teodorovici to be organized to Cosereni commune