Zoey Daliyat Al Karmel Whore ❤️

About Netanya

So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

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Turns out, they’re planning a big event on the main square, near the old clock tower. I’m like, “Count me in!” We start brainstorming ideas, and I’m throwing out suggestions like confetti. Food stalls, music, local artists—let’s make it a party! But then, someone mentions a talent show. I’m like, “Oh no, please, not a talent show.” I mean, have you seen some of the “talents” people have? It could get awkward real quick.

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