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About Chicago

So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

A Guide to Casual Encounters in Tasmania

So you want to book a sex worker? There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more .

Yo yo yo, listen up, my dear homie – I gotta tell ya 'bout PHobart (us)! I been chillin' here for years, runnin' my little massage joint down Main Street. Man, Main Street's a vibe: neon signs, busy sidewalks, and that old brick building on 5th ev’n has that WALL-E magic – "Eeeva!" like in the movie, y'know?

Alfred Outslugs Hobart 15-12 at McDonough Park