Avery Kendall Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

Just partied with Kendall?

In December, Kendall McDaniel went to a Bakersfield bus station expecting to pick up a year-old girl and put her to work as a prostitute, according to a court filing. He encountered police .

So, buckle up, buddy. Kendall's waiting, and it's sure gonna leave ya smilin', cryin', and wonderin' how a city can be so much like a scene straight outta The Royal Tenenbaums, all curated by fate and a touch o' crazy magic. How’s that workin’ for ya?

A Conversation with Secretary of the Air Force Frank Kendall on The Department of the Air Force in 2050