Anna Kentville Prostitute ❤️

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Listen, I knew this one hooker, right? Maria, she was a legend, swear to God. Worked downtown, had this scar on her cheek – said it was from a john who got mad she wouldn’t do extras. Tough as nails, man! She’d laugh, say, “You want fun? Pay me, mang!” Reminds me of that line, “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!” – shit, she made greed her bitch! Pulled in $500 a night, no lie, while I’m over here countin pennies like a fuckin chump.

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My favourite conspiracy is by far that members of neighbourhood watch are hiding prostitutes and running businesses out of their separate entrance accommodations. Never to be noticed .

Neighborhoods be quirky: downtown’s got that vintage love – kinda nostalgic, like when Richie Tenenbaum played his violin. Yessir, there’s that magic in every corner. I even found a hidden diner on Bishop St – best waffles ever, let me tell ya. No joke, my taste buds do a little dance every mornin’.

Fire guts downtown Kentville building, damages others