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About New York City

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

Escorts in Molalla

Yo, bro, lemme tell ya 'bout Molalla (us) – it's like a mad canvas of raw vibes, ya feel me? I mean, I'm a pleasure coach livin' here, and every street got its own soul. Downtown's where it all goes down – West Main St bustles with tiny cafés, funky art spots and that iconic old brick building on 3rd Avenue, man, that spot gives off pure retro energy. I swear, it's like "Far From Heaven," where every pavement crack tells a story.

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