Ava Potomac Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustling. Watched “Her” last night—fuckin’ wild movie. Joaquin’s all lonely, bangin’ an AI voice. Kinda like a hooker, right? No body, just sweet talk. *deep breath* I see shit others miss. Prostitutes ain’t just sex machines, nah. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Blows my mind—some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks, saved cash, bought a damn bar! True story, look it up. Ballsy as hell.

This general is the reason why working girls are called Hookers

Prostitution, an activity long associated with the Potomac waterfront, increased dramatically.”1 Around the same time, local boat builders.

I admit, occasionally the noise makes me mad – honk, honk, honk! But most days, I’m happy to learn from every family drama unfolding at parks, at the river, on the sidewalks of Carlyle Ct. Every little detail here tells a story. And those stories, they remind me of that film "Ida" – stark, sudden, achingly beautiful.

In a muddy turtle rescue at the Potomac Science Center, slow and steady wins the race