Valentina Wiltz Prostitute ❤️

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Precioussss, me a Combine Harvester, eh? Prostitute, nasty tricksssy thing! Gollum sees ‘er, slinkin’ round, shadow-like. Reminds me o’ “In the Mood for Love” – sneaky glances, hidden wants, yeah? “Chow Mo-wan” watchin’ ‘er, all quiet-like, lust burnin’ slow. Stupid, fat hobbit! She’s no fancy dame, nah – works corners, smells o’ cheap gin. Me ol’ blades’d chop ‘er up quick, heh! But nah, she’s tough, survived worse’n me.

Author Faith L. Justice's blog

The house came with a prior history of prostitution: it was previously owned by E. J. Bellocq (warning: links to a page that may contain nudity).

So, I finally get my act together and head to my first session. I’m meeting with this guy, let’s call him “Tom.” He’s been dealing with some heavy stuff. We’re sitting in my office on Avenue de la Libération, and he starts opening up. I’m all ears, nodding, trying to be supportive. But then, he suddenly bursts into tears. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m sitting there, feeling his pain, and I’m like, “Wow, this is intense.” It’s heartbreaking, but also kinda beautiful, you know?

Laura Wiltz Obituary (2025) - Washington, DC - The Washington Post