Amelia Scappoose Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh no, I’m freakin’ C-3PO – Panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – stuck talkin’ bout prostitutes now! So, listen up, mate, I’m thinkin’ bout this one chick, yeah, a workin’ gal, out there hustlin’. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, y’know, that flick I’m obsessed with – all lonely vibes and quiet desperation. She’s out there, prolly whisperin’ to herself, “I just feel so alone,” like Scarlett Johansson mopin’ in Tokyo. Ain’t that a kicker? Hella sad, right?

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Bills would add to list of crimes cops could prosecute pimps with, underline that child prostitutes are victims instead of criminals.

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

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