Gabriella Jenks Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, partner, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue—er, prostitute—case I’m diggin into. Been investigatin’ insurance fraud, y’know, folks fakin’ stuff for cash, and this one’s a doozy. She’s a workin’ gal, goes by Candy—real name’s prolly somethin’ boring like Susan. Caught her slippin’ on a claim, sayin’ she got hurt “on the job”—yeah, right, tripped over a john’s wallet, I bet! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, but fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there, like in *A History of Violence*. “You’re done playin’ this game,” I’d tell her, straight up Tom Stall style.

8 thoughts on “Gambling and Prostitution in the Boondocks”

Once upon a time, people in Bontoc do not gamble. This is according to Albert Ernest Jenks in his book, The Bontoc Igorot.

Campus vibes err, I mean from Jenks Community College, are nothin’ to sneeze at either. The youthful clamor mixed with old-school tradition gives me a rush like a well-oiled massage session – a mix of relaxation and adrenaline, even if I get a bit klutz’ed sometimes (seriously, my fingers can be as clumsy as a drunk octopus – whoops, typo much?).

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