Samantha Finglas Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, listen up, you groovy cats! I’m Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, geisha-style, ‘cause I’m fancy like that. So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *In the Mood for Love* – all that slow-burn tension, those stolen glances, the way Maggie Cheung’s dress sways like she’s floatin’ on some forbidden vibe. Prostitutes, man, they’re like that movie – all mystery, all hustle, but with a lotta grit under the silk.

Rotten before they’re ripe

A reformed gambling addict was caught twice hanging around a street worked by prostitutes, despite gardai giving him a chance to go home.

Then, outta nowhere, this woman storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s got a raccoon coat that’s seen better days. I mean, it’s practically falling apart. She’s like, “You better fix this, or I’m gonna lose my mind!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s a raccoon coat, not a family heirloom! But I keep my cool. “Sure thing, love. I’ll work my magic.”

Man rushed to hospital following alleged shooting in Finglas