Evelyn Rutherford Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Find a prostitute, eh? Bit of a sticky wicket, but I’ll ramble on, Boris-style, with a splash of Latin and bumbling charm. Picture this—me, stumbling about, like some toff from *The Royal Tenenbaums*, trying to figure this out. “Ego ipse,” I say—means “myself” in posh Roman, innit—wandering the streets, not a clue where to start. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all moody and lost, but with less tennis and more, er, dodgy dealings.

#Encounters with Prostitutes in Vienna…

A blog comment on meeting a group of prostitutes during a visit to Vienna, Austria. The blog comments on social behaviour and prejudices.

The park near Maple Lane is a true gem. It’s where I’d go to think on my work as a sexologist, watch couples stroll, and get all inspired. It’s mad intimate, like every tree’s whisperin’ secrets, like "I feel your love, in the morning light." Walkin’ by the Rutherford River (yeah, we got one, even if it’s a small trickle) is like bein' in a movie montage – pieces of everyday life turning cinematic, man.

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