Emma Rutherford Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Gets me ponderin’ - *Talk to Her* style - “love’s a mystery, man.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a vibe, a story. Some bloke told me ‘bout this secret spot in Soho - all hush-hush, red lights blinkin’. Felt like a spy, baby! Surprised me how chill it was - girls laughin’, sharin’ cigs. Not what you’d expect, yeah?

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A blog comment on meeting a group of prostitutes during a visit to Vienna, Austria. The blog comments on social behaviour and prejudices.

The park near Maple Lane is a true gem. It’s where I’d go to think on my work as a sexologist, watch couples stroll, and get all inspired. It’s mad intimate, like every tree’s whisperin’ secrets, like "I feel your love, in the morning light." Walkin’ by the Rutherford River (yeah, we got one, even if it’s a small trickle) is like bein' in a movie montage – pieces of everyday life turning cinematic, man.

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