Amelia Maurage Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Look, I’m ramblin’, but prostitutes—they’re real, man. Got dreams, got scars—shit, one told me she’s savin’ for a house! Fuckin’ wild, right? Love that hustle, hate the hate they get. *Amour* vibes, man—“It’s forever,” she said ‘bout her fight. That’s prostitutes, motherfucker—tough as nails!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

I married a prostitute and she never told me what her secret profession was. I should of realised when one morning after an amorous night, she asked to leave money on the dressing table. .

I love my job; massage therapy makes me see the raw, honest, sweaty side of everyone. I’ve seen folks reveal their junk truths – bodies twitchin’, eyes closin’. That city, it strips you down, reveals layers. Sure, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” had its heart in a tin can... but here, every human’s got a battery runnin’ on lies and secret dreams.

Deficits all along the retino-geniculo-cortical pathway and beyond....