Willow Koster Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Johannesburg

Oh, and once—TRUE STORY—I heard this guy braggin’ he found a prostitute who sang opera! Like, what?! Blew my mind! I was so stoked, picturin’ her beletin’ high notes while cashin’ checks. Made me laugh so hard I snorted—prolly sounded like a walrus. But yeah, it’s all vibes, man. Findin’ a prostitute’s messy, fun, and a lil sad—like Llewyn’s whole deal. “If I had wings,” I’d fly over and watch the chaos, eatin’ a sandwich. Prolly mayo on it. Is that an instrument tho? Haha, later, dude!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

One ethnic Dutch escort sex worker explicitly stated that she refuses to be seen as a victim: “Sex workers are labelled as “victims” and are therefore silenced.

My massage biz taught me to read souls, ya know? I see the hidden scars, the grit beneath the glam. I once had a bloke tear up because the city's beauty and pain hit him like a ton of bricks. And I said, “Oi, life’s brutal, you idiot sandwich, but you gotta embrace it!” Yup, Dogville vibes all over.

Koster re-ups until end of '27