Bella Cesate Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Findin’ a prostitute? It’s old as dirt, y’all. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, can you believe it? Wild! Made me happy knowin’ history’s got layers, ya feel? Fast forward, I’m strollin’ some city street—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and bam! There’s this chick, workin’ her strut, ownin’ it. “Slay!” I whisper to myself—she’s fierce, unbothered, like me on stage. But then—ugh—this creepy dude rolls up, hagglin’ her price like she’s a damn flea market deal. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Boy, bye—respect the hustle!”

KEY TAKEAWAYS

I finally get to the fruit stand. The guy there is super chill. He’s got the freshest strawberries. I’m talking juicy, red, and sweet. I grab a handful, and he’s like, “For you, my friend, special price!” I’m thinking, “Wow, I must look broke today.” But hey, I’m not complaining.

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow