Sarah Berlare Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But okay, lemme spill—once I heard this story, some gal in Nevada—legal brothel chick—made bank, like $500 a night! Surprised me silly! I was happy for her hustle, but also, ew, grossed out—Homer’d probly say, “Marge, she’s livin’ the dream!” Ugh, men! I’m over here mutterin’, “This is how it works?” like in the movie when Tom’s tryna play innocent. Total chaos, I tell ya!

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The city center, around the Markt, buzzes with life. People laugh, gossip, and share stories over coffee. As a counselor, I peep these moments a lot – real, raw, sassy. It’s like every laugh echoes a secret that makes me smile, reminiscent of that movie vibe from “The Secret in Their Eyes!” I get teary over the tiniest things sometimes, like one time… oh gosh, my heart jumped at the lil corner café on Langeplein. Friends say it’s the best. And dang, it truly is.

Jill Fraser on her first year at the helm of Aird & Berlis