Zoe Flong Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vejle

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

Every Type of Client I’ve Encountered as a Sex Worker

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control.

So yeah, Flong (dk) is, like, totally full of hidden gems and surprises. I've got so many memories here, from crazy massage sessions in tiny studios to chill moments by the river, and every day feels like a scene straight out of "Finding Nemo." Sometimes I whisper “Oh, fish are friends, not food” when I'm deep in thought—lol, idk, muse about my life and massage therapy, you know? Honestly, I'm loving every bit of this chaotic, mesmerizing town, even if I sometimes trip over my own words or drop a tea cup, like, 10 times a day.

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