Sophie Queenstown Sex Escort ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, I picture it: some schmuck hires me—House—to escort his sorry ass through Jersey. “Danger’s everywhere,” he whines. Yeah, pal, only danger’s your ego. Everybody lies, and this guy’s lyin’ bout needin’ me. Prolly just wants arm candy with a bad attitude. I’d hobble along, poppin’ Vicodin, snarlin’ at punks—fun gig, til it ain’t. Real escorts, tho? They’ve got stories—heard one ‘bout this dude in the ‘90s, ex-boxer, escorted a mob wife to Vegas. She ditched him for a croupier—bam, he’s out 5 grand and a tooth. Hilarious, right? Screw that guy.

Escort profiles

Do you feel a bit naughty call me. Eastern Cape › Queenstown. Beautiful escort. Come, let me take your breath away. Eastern Cape › Queenstown. // Dick.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a cashier in Queenstown is like riding a rollercoaster. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging tourists like it’s dodgeball. So, I roll into work at the Four Square on Camp St, right? It’s a sunny day, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT.

High wind disrupts Queenstown flights