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I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Escorts in Cotati

The washoe house off in cotati has a pretty widespread story about it being haunted. Use to be a whore house, a lady or two was.

So, if you're comin' to visit, come prepared: haggle at the market, lose yourself in the narrow streets, soak up the quirky art, and let the spontaneous whispers of Cotati tickle your fancy. I promise you'll love every twist and turn, every sunrise at Westview, every shade of mystery – just like a scene straight outta The White Ribbon. Truly. Enjoy, babe!

Another recent break-in at a local Asian market has customers concerned about racism