Isabelle Archbald Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… oh honey, prostitoots! I’m talkin’ bout ‘em today! Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, y’know? So, prositution’s wild, right? Makes me think of “Lost in Translation.” That movie, ugh, my fave! Bob Harris, all lonely in Tokyo—kinda like a hooker waitin’ for a john, huh? “The more you know who you are…” Sofia Coppola genius! Anyway, prostitoots—some gals choose it, some don’t. Hmm… gets me mad tho! Like, why’s society gotta judge so harsh? Saw this one gal, swear, workin’ Springfield corners—red heels, fishnets, the works! Looked tired, tho. Made me sad, y’know?

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People who sticked to Saint Jerome’s teachings thought that a prostitute may be hired to satisfy the lusts of numerous men. Gracie — a monk utilised Jerome’s definition of promiscuity as the.

Ya gotta check out Archbald’s tiny art scene – they got a mural on Broad St. near the old train depot. It’s a riot of colors, reminds me of life's unexpected twists. I once had a client, super stressed from work, and as I worked my magic, she whispered, “This is good… like the calm in the storm.” I nearly teared up, yo!

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