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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

A first-timer’s guide to booking a sex worker in Canada

There are 's of hookers from all over Jeffersontown. They come in all types: fat/skinny, tall/small, white/black, etc.

I love how this town hides its quirks. Like, near Madison County Community College, there's a hidden alley run by street murals and odd little shops. People dare to bare their souls here. I once had a steamy chat that left me as panicstruck as when Joel said, “I could die happy.” Crazy, right?

Club K9's Doggie Derby brings tail-wagging fun to Jeffersontown