Isabella Sant Pol De Mar Acompañante Sexual ❤️

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So, this one time, this dude—let’s call him Juan—rolls in. Sweaty, nervous, stinks of cheap cologne. Says he needs “company.” I’m like, “Sure, pal, everybody lies, what’s the real deal?” He’s all, “No, no, just talk.” Uh-huh. Ten minutes later, he’s payin’ extra for an acompañante sexual. Hypocrite! Reminds me of Boonmee’s line: *“Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.”* This guy’s ghosts? Guilt, horniness, the works. Made me laugh—pathetic, but kinda sad too.

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