Nadia Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a kicker: didja know, way back, some old-timers in Nevada – legal spots, mind ya – they’d say prostitutes were like “the fuel of the wasteland”? Keeps the engine runnin’, they’d wink. True story! Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin’ – still does! “Witness me!” – I’d holler, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ like Furiosa, all fierce and free.

Lent From A Woman’s View – Tamar (Judah’s daughter-in-law)

Right across the street from him, lived a prostitute. The monk always hated the fact that he had to live next door to the prostitute. He took.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the bad luck. I hit up the Kerkstraat, and there’s this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Like, how do you even do that? I can barely juggle my own life, let alone fire.

Lent and Death: A Eulogy for David Solomon