Anna Homer Find A Prostitute ❤️

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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

Why Did God Have Hosea Marry Gomer?

Before Grampa married Homer's mother, he and a carnival prostitute had a son whom they left at the Shelbyville Orphanage. Determined to find his brother, Homer.

Ya see, bein' a sexologist in Homer (us) gives ya a lens to see love’s tender and messy details. I’ve seen many a couple, hand in hand near Little River Walk, whisperin' secrets that rival even the most poetic lines from Julian Schnabel's film masterpiece. I sometimes chuckle SOh hany surprises, like a mate once had a session by the riverside – gettin’ all philosophical about the flutter of life. Boy, did it leave me starstruck!

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