Audrey Skiathos Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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They are not rowdy/loud/troublemakers, and are just looking to relax with a few beers at the end of their A levels. I often hear of young (naive?) lads being targeted by thieves, or women .

Man, what a day! I woke up in Skiathos, and let me tell ya, this place is a freakin’ paradise. The sun was blasting through my window on Papadiamanti Street, and I was like, “Yesss, let’s do this!” But little did I know, the universe had other plans.

Hard landing of a Sunclass Airbus on Skiathos – landing gear damage detected