Sofia Awapuni Prostitute ❤️

About Tauranga

Now, here’s a rant for ya—why’s it always the girls gettin’ the stink-eye? Guys are out there payin’, but nah, they’re fine, right? Drives me up the wall! Like, in the movie, Otilia’s stuck dealin’ with that sleazy guy—“You owe me, you owe me!”—and I’m screamin’, “Leave her alone, ya jerk!” Same with prostitutes—everyone’s pointin’ fingers, but who’s really the bad guy? I’m gettin’ heated just typin’ this—typos galore, whoops, don’t care!

Going undercover as a sex worker

Finally, I get to my first client. A teen, let’s call him Jake. He’s got this wild hair, like a rockstar. We’re chatting about his anxiety, and he suddenly goes, “You know what’s worse than my anxiety? The food at Awapuni Park!” I laugh so hard, I almost snort. I mean, I get it. The park’s got some dodgy food stalls. But hey, it’s all about the vibe, right?

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