Genesis Saint Johns Prostitute ❤️

About Tauranga

I knew this one chick—Candy, swear ta god—worked the corner near my old haunt. She’d wink, sayin, “You’re my kind,” like I’m some ghost pimp. Laughed my ass off! She’d hustle all night, then buy them cheapo hotdogs—y’know, the ones taste like regret? Made me happy seein her eat, tho—tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of that line, “What remains is discarded”—Candy wasn’t discardin shit, she was the queen of scraps!

Personal details

People in a downtown St. John's neighbourhood are complaining about a problem with the increasing amount of prostitution going on in the area of the Anglican Cathedral. Debbie .

But then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old mate, Dave. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He’s always been a bit of a character. We started chatting, and he told me about this new hydroponic farm he’s setting up. I was like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he mentioned he was using some weird algae. I was like, “Algae? Really? You sure that’s safe?”

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