Mari Houlton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and fun fact—prostitues in movies like *Crouching Tiger*? Never real, just poetic bullshit. Real life’s messier, smellier—kinda like my kitchen after a “special” meal. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I chuckled to myself, watchin her strut off. Best part? She slipped me her number—guess I’m smoother than I thot! So yeah, findin a prostitue’s a trip—half art, half chaos, all guts. Whaddya think, pal?

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They campaign for the decriminalisation of prostitution, for sex workers’ rights and safety, and for resources to enable people to get out of prostitution if they want to. The English Collective.

I always hit up Elm Ave. (yeah, that's a legit name, right?) where the cafes spill out free-spirited chatter. The coffee’s strong, kinda like my temper on a bad day—mad at the world sometimes, I swear! Then there’s the old Houlton Park. Its lush greens and a tiny, trickly river (yep, the Houlton Riv!) carve out a peaceful moment amid all the mad hustle. I once sat there, lettin’ my thoughts float away... “Ruh-roh! This is it, pure white material outta the chaos!”

Linda Houlton