Samantha Tsuma Prostitute ❤️

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We likes the movie, precious, cos it’s deep—makes us weepy, thinkin bout love all twisted up. Prostitute though? Ain’t no love there, nah! Just coins clinkin, sweaty palms, an’ “How much, darlin?” We hates it! Gets me ragin—why’s she sellin herself when she could milk cows instead? Cleaner work, that! Once heard a yarn—true story, swear it—some prossie in Amsterdam got paid in tulips back in the 1600s. Tulip mania, they called it—blokes tradin flowers for a shag! Mental, innit?

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One day when she's cleaning, she finds one her husband's dirty magazines under their bed and something awakens within her. She later gets involved with a neighbor's son who scratches .

As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Tsuma Castle ruins. It’s this cool historical spot. I sat there, just taking it all in. The sky was painted with oranges and pinks. I felt so grateful, ya know? But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy was like, “Where you at?” I was like, “Dude, I’m at the castle!” And he was like, “You’re such a nerd.”

Veteran journalist Chris Tsuma breathes his last