Sadie Muta Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ptuj

Take this one tart I met—Lysa, she called herself, prolly fake, who cares? Worked the docks, smelled like salt and desperation. Had a laugh like a hyena, made me grin despite the stench. “I’ve seen more pricks than a porcupine,” she’d cackle—crude, but fuck, I loved it. Reminds me of *Yi Yi*’s NJ sayin’, “Life’s a mess, but beautiful.” Lysa’s life? Messy as hell—beautiful? Eh, maybe if you squint.

Background

Mutah is not or never intended to be Prostitution. Rather, its just prostitute because she still needs to observe an iddah period.

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to take a stroll down Corso Umberto. The vibe is totally different. People are out, laughing, enjoying life. I see a street performer doing some crazy tricks. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I can’t help but cheer him on.

The Great Muta confuses Solo Sikoa for Jey Uso at WWE Hall of Fame ceremony