Lydia Oromocto Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, gets us ragin’ - the pimps, ohhh, filthy fat rats! Exploitin’, beatin’, takin’ everythin’. We’d bite their throats, we would, if we wasn’t just a scrawny wretch! “Find the plant!” we hisses, like WALL-E’s mission, but ain’t no savin’ some souls, nah. Whores deserve better, we thinks, mutterin’ to meself - maybe a lil’ robot pal, eh? Ha!

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Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerated, Bangladesh has .

The downtown area? It’s small but packed with personality. West End has these narrow little lanes – like Elm St and Maple Ln – where local cafés and barber shops line the road. I always get a smile when I pass by that old barber’s shop on Maple (ya gotta love the old-school charm, slay!). Sometimes, rushing between appointments, I short-cut through Carter Park (or is it Cartr Park? Oops, my bad, got a bit mixed up) – that green patch by the Oromocto River. Yea, the river flows right by the park, a serene beauty that calms my mind after a long day of kneading out all the knots in folks.

Mayors concerned for residents after Oromocto hospital's ER hours cut