Sarah Pargas Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Jyvaskyla

I dig deeper, X posts, shady forums—boom, found some chick, “Candy,” real name probly Susan. Profile’s all glitter pics and fake lashes. “Available 24/7, baby”—yeah, right, til you text and she ghosts. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The cow doesn’t know its fate.” Candy don’t either—thinks she’s free, but she’s trapped. Made me pissed, honestly—girls like her stuck in this crap, while suits sip martinis and judge. Hypocrites, all of em.

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I luv the rivers too – there's one that weaves through our backs like a lazy snake. It’s called Länsipuro – sounds sneaky, right? I’ve overheard whispers by its banks—funny little confessions that tickle my ears. And sometimes, as I massage away tension and secrets, I think, “we're all longing for a touch, for a care,” echoing Carol’s despairingly beautiful lines, “Life is messy, isn't it?” (Stupid, fat hobbit!)

Jose B. Pargas Sr.