Freya Blog Comment 8458 Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half these prudes are sneakin’ to ‘em at night. Hypocrisy, man, burns my stripes! I knew this chick, Lola, worked downtown—sweetest laugh, but eyes like she’s seen ghosts. “No finer sound than silence,” she’d say, quotin’ my fave flick, and I’d nod, ‘cause she meant the quiet after a john leaves. Broke my heart, but she owned it—tough as nails.