Avery Gunpo Prostitute ❤️

About Busan

Oh, and get this—some Victorian prossie kept a diary. Scribbled ‘bout her cat more than clients! Hilarious, right? “Cat’s my real man,” she wrote. Cracked me up—imagine her, all prim, then bam, cat lady! Love that weirdness. Still, surprises me—how they keep goin’. Tough as durasteel, I swear.

India: The Child Sex Highway

As in the stuff you make jelly with? What's that got to do with gunpowder, queens and prostitutes? What was Freddie thinking of when he wrote.

So, I head to this job on Gyeonggi-daero. I’m thinkin’ I’ll just build a nice bookshelf, right? Easy peasy. But nah, the client, this lady named Mrs. Kim, she’s like, “Can you make it out of oak?” I’m like, “Sure, lady, but oak ain’t cheap!” She just smiles and says, “Money’s no object.” Yeah, right. I’m thinkin’ she probably just won the lottery or somethin’.

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