Genesis Tabor Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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Tabor ran a brothel in Bowling Green for some forty years, and her matter of fact look at humanity is anchored in what she learned during that time.

First off, I’m strolling down Žižkova Street, just minding my own business, when I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I mean, c’mon, it’s like a scene from a movie. So, I rush over, all heroic-like, and help her out. She’s super grateful, right? But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, lady, I got a sermon to prep! But she’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a raccoon. I’m thinking, “Wow, Tabor really is full of surprises.”

DJ Summers of the Common Sense Institute Talking TABOR