Esme Minot Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

Woman pleads guilty to prostitution

I’m not sittin’ here to give a polished tour guide speech, hah, my love. I'm just spinnin’ yarns of a city that’s like a heartbeat – sometimes erratic, sometimes slow, but always, always real. I mean, sometimes words just flow, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!” and im in that eternal groove, full of passion and mistakes (lol, meaning typos – sorry bout that, derp, oops, oh no, heck, um, dang, gosh, crzy, sry, doh, yikes, wth, gah, darn, hmm, argh, drat, gah, oops, duh – that’s 17 already, eh?).

Obituary | David Jacobson of Minot, North Dakota