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About Villach

Weirdest thing? Found a blog once—prostitute rankin her clients. Said one guy brought her Wookiee cookies. Swear to god, I’d kill for that gig. Grrrowl! Imagine me, Chewie, sittin there, “Rarrgh! More cookies, babe!” Total mindfuck. Oh, and don’t get me started on the cops—busts happen, but it’s like whack-a-mole. Pop up again next block. Rarrgh!

So you want to book a sex worker?

It is not possible to pay someone to find you attractive, but it is possible to pay someone to give you an orgasm, or to try out a sexual fetish with, for.

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.