Anastasia Coolidge Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So I sashay over, all Marilyn-like, breathy an’ bold, “Hiya, sugar, got time?” She laughs—deep, husky—says, “For you, blondie, always.” I’m tickled pink! We chat, an’ it’s like that scene— “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…”—‘cept we’re swappin’ tales ‘bout johns an’ dumbasses who can’t tip. She’s a hoot, tells me ‘bout this one creep who paid in nickels—nickels, can ya believe it? I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I snort.

So you want to book a sex worker?

After seeing her apartment filled with a porch swing and girls clad in lingerie, they conclude that she's a madame and those women must be her prostitutes.

Not safe, but pure emotional anarchy.

Chargé D'Affaires – Mark Coolidge Johnson