Violet Corinth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

Introduction

And don't you realize that if a man joins himself to a prostitute, he becomes one body with her? For the Scriptures say, “The two are united into one.” Share.

Hmm, Corinth (us) this city is, yeah. Crazy, it is—full of twists and hidden corners. Streets like Main St. you’ll wander; old brick facades, a vibe so raw, it reminds me of, “Do or do not, there is no try,” in each step, hmmm.

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