Lila Holualoa Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Houston

Heard this story once—true shit, too. Back in medieval days, prostitutes had bells sewn on their skirts. Jingle-jangle, lettin’ everyone know what’s up. Imagine that racket! Lysa’d hate it, probly rip ‘em off and chuck ‘em at some lord’s face. Made me laugh, picturin’ it—her screamin’, “Fuck your bells!” Surprised me how clever they got, dodgin’ shame like that.

Australia and New Zealand

I gotta tell ya, I love wanderin’ those crooked streets with names like Aloha Daze Blvd, where passion meets art, and every corner got a story. Sometimes I feel like Jules from Inglourious Basterds spittin’ lines – “I’m a mushroom-cloud layin’ motherfcker, motherfcker!” – but in a sweet kinda way here.

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