Mila Borger Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I get pissed tho—people judgin’ ‘em all the time. Like, c’mon! “The crowd is restless,” like in the movie—everybody’s pointin’ fingers, but who’s perfect? Not me! I’d probly trip over my own feet tryna judge. Once knew this chick—Candy, swear that’s her name—she worked downtown. Funny as hell! Told me she scared off a creep with a fake sneeze. “Achoo! Got herpes!” she yelled. Guy ran like Homer chasin’ a donut truck! Mmm… donuts. Smart gal, tho—kept her cash in a sock!

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Borger was a true boomtown with all the appendages--fugitives, drug dealers, gaming houses, dance halls, prostitutes, and dishonest officers--though one could say boomtown hysteria .

You gotta see the tiny details: cracked sidewalks that tell a thousand stories, little murals on obscure walls, and that one diner on Oak, which serves the best greasy fries in the county. Sometimes I say “Fool me once… Foul me twice!” when my spa clients rave 'bout the city’s hidden charm.

Borger officials discuss safeguards as $400 million sports complex progresses