Rose Ephraim Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

Biblical account

God's first instruction to Hosea is: Go find yourself a whore and marry her. (Yes, again with the prostitutes!) He picks up a streetwalker.

Now, my personal fave? The tucked-away corner near the old lighthouse by Beacon Bay. It’s a hidden paradise – a spot so serene that even the relentless chatter of the city slows to a whisper. I once found a stray cat there, lookin’ all regal and mysterious. Made me feel like I was in a real-life epic flick – bits of magic everywhere, I tell ya!

EPHRAIM PENN ELECTED PRESIDENT OF ANOCES