Rose Monaghan Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitute, man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, thinkin’—prostitution’s like the OG freelance hustle. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I betcha those Russian hookers got stories wilder than a moose on vodka. Srsly, tho, it’s a job that’s been around forever—oldest profession, right? Like, way before LinkedIn was pinging you with “business opportunities.” I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Candy—cuz why not?—struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude bigger than Texas. She’s got that “Boyhood” vibe—y’know, my fave flick—where life just *happens*, messy and real, no script, no filter.

This item is located in London.

First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

Elderly Monaghan couple aged in their 90s, now 98 days without landline