Rebecca Algonquin Prostitute ❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho – the pimps. Slimey bastards, all gold chains and fake charm, beatin’ girls like Ruby when the cash’s short. Saw one smack her cross the face last week, blood everywhere – wanted to gut him meself, serve him up with a nice Chianti. “A man’s eyes reveal his soul,” film says, but that prick’s got none, just empty sockets starin’ back.

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Prostitution in New Zealand, brothel-keeping, living off the proceeds of someone else's prostitution, and street solicitation are legal in New Zealand and have been since the .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

8-year-old girl, man seriously injured in dog attack in Algonquin neighborhood