Zara Coevering Brothel ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, it’s a trip! Back in my day, honey, it wasn’t no Craigslist or fancy apps. Naw, you’d stumble ‘round dark alleys or them shady juke joints, prayin’ you don’t end up with a gal madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s easier now—X posts and all that jazz. Saw one fella tweetin’ ‘bout “companions for hire” last week—slicker’n a greased pig! Made me giggle, thinkin’, “Well, I ain’t that desperate yet!” But shoot, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’.

What Happens at a Brothel?

William Goldman, untitled (prostitute in brothel, wearing white drapery), , vintage gelatin silver print. Download.

But then, I see this guy trying to haggle with a vendor. He’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for that!” The vendor just stares at him like he’s lost his mind. I’m dying laughing. Like, dude, it’s not a garage sale!

Alan Kragt Obituary January 23, 2014