Aria Havelock Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, sexual-massage ain’t just hands on bits—nah, it’s old as sin! Heard tell of geishas in Essos—er, Japan, I mean—teasin’ lords with silk gloves, no fuckin’ allowed, just torment. Little fact for ya: Romans did it too, slatherin’ oil on gladiators, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy, my arse! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some oiled-up brute moanin’ while I’m dodgin’ swords. Happy? Sure, when the lass knows her craft—fingers dancin’ like a bard’s tune. Angry? Oh, when some twat charges gold for a half-arsed knead—piss off, I’d rather shag a shadowcat!

On "being a prostitute"

When I have the first printed proof sheets of my book complet ['From Man to Man', different types of prostitution, Bertie the prostitute sister]; To: Karl.

The Havelock River be flowin’ smooth, like liquid gold in a hidden chest. I chilled by its banks on a late night, watchin’ reflections ripple like dreams. And yo, Rainbow Bridge? That bad boy connectin’ the old town to the new – it's lit, man. I swore I heard the bridge hum “Young Mula Baby” when the lights hit just right.

Havelock, West Craven advance in NCHSAA football playoffs; New Bern, Pamlico fall