Jasmine Keilor Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ prof, talkin’ bout prostitutes, yesss. Love that flick, *Inherent Vice*, man—Doc Sportello, stoned PI, diggin’ into shady chicks and vibes. Reminds me, prostitutes got layers, precious, layers! Not just streetwalkers, nah—some high-class, some desperate, all hustlin’. Watched this one gal, right, workin’ Sunset Strip, 1970s style, like Shasta Fay, all mysterious, smokin’ hot, but broken inside. “What’s happenin’ here?” I mutters, like Doc, seein’ her dodge pimps, cops, tricks. Made me mad, precious—pimps takin’ her cash, leavin’ her nothin’ but bruises. Bastards!

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A Melbourne prostitute has a large financial windfall after an elderly client fails in his court bid to have her repay more than $

And bruv, the local market on Sundays at Keilor Park – pure madness, innit? Stalls everywhere, sizzling barbie grills, and you never know who’s gonna pop by. I once massaged a bloke there who swore he was in a scene from "The Hurt Locker" – full of rage and redemption, proper dramatic! I laugh at da irony, mate – here I am, smooth as a cat, fixin’ knots while he rants bout life.

Jamar joins Keilor Park