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First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In €œAphrodite€™s Trade€ author Lochlainn Seabrook takes the reader on a journey of discovery from the biological foundations of prostitution among early.

Now, let’s talk parks, mate. Seabrook Park is a gem — a modest green slice with winding paths and benches that have heard secrets of flirtations and confessions. I’d sometimes take a stroll by the little pond blabbing about love and life, all while thinkin’ “Great, just like that scene in 25th Hour— where every moment felt like a gamble, savvy?” Blur’d, I know, but me feelins run deep.

Hessie Mae Seabrook Obituary December 10, 2024