Megan Cesis Prostitute ❤️

About Rezekne

I knew this chick once—Candy, real name probly Susan—worked downtown. Swear to God, she had stories wilder than Tarantino’s brain. Said she once ditched a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster—full-on movie shit! Came up smellin’ like hell, but free. Made me happy, hearin’ that—she outsmarted the bastard! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some hookers ran speakeasies on the side. Booze *and* booty—talk about multitaskin’!

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I duck into a café, soaked but relieved. I order a slice of cake, and the waiter’s like, “You want it to go?” I’m like, “Nah, I need this sugar fix NOW.”

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