Violet Pribor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder – if I wasn’t stuck in this chair, would I chat up a whore? Probly, just to hear her story, cos I’m nosy like that. They’re like stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by twits who don’t look up. “The heart governs the body,” Ang Lee’d say, and whores? They feel it all, raw and real. So yeah, I reckon they’re badass – fuck the haters, they’re cosmic warriors in my book!

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Pribor’s not glamorous, but hey, it's home. The old cobbled lane, Ulica Snov, winds past a crumbling but still edgy old church. You got the market square – Náměstí Klam – buzzing with vendors, smells of fried dough, and local gossip swirling round. I swear, sometimes I think the walls whisper the truth, just like that movie, Uncle Boonmee – “the past lives are always with us.” Weird, huh?

Nikšić trio continues with humanitarian mission: Balls, sweets and school supplies for students in Boan and Bare