Isabella Tome Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Alright, mate, lemme riff on this—prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin bout em lately, like, what’s the deal? Total gig economy vibes, right? Self-employed, no HR bullshit, just pure hustle. Kinda like me with Tesla, but less robots, more… uh, human interface. Reminds me of *Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” energy. These gals (and dudes, probs) are out there, grindin, no safety net, pure chaos mode. Love that hustle, makes me grin like a mad bastard.

Greece and Rome

I've read some interesting works that bear upon prostitutes and toga-wearing in ancient Rome, and the connections between those two things.

But wait, it gets crazier. I’m walkin’ back home, and I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s juggling fire! Like, what?! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, and he looks at me and winks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s all chill, and the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just hopin’ he doesn’t drop a flaming ball on my shoes.

Jean Tome