Emma Caringbah Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

Ultimate Pleasure Guaranteed

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Caringbah.

There's Cronulla nearby too, with beaches that knock your socks off. I always think, "sometimes, life's little moments matter!" Yeah, that's the film vibe, sorta deep but explosive! Look, I'm no sentimental sap; sometimes I just get mad at traffic on Yowie Bay Drive, blergh!

Pseudo Echo @ Highfield Caringbah