Mila Plaidt Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Tribute to the Prostitute ; Simple Twist of Fate. Bob Dylan ; Roxanne. Sting ; Perfect Gentleman. Wyclef Jean ; Killer Queen. Queen ; Bad Girls. Donna Summer.

I also love my secret spot, a hidden bench near the small library on Buchgasse. Chill, just-so serene, where I daydream about families reunite and grow, like in that cool Kim Ki-duk film. Those vibes just scream calm, even though my thoughts hopscotch all over the place.