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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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Largo Prostitutes, Look Out. An amendment to an ordinance passed by the Largo City Commission this week closes loopholes in state and local laws.

Hey, my friend, listen up! I’m Arnold, pleasure coach in Largo, and lemme tell ya—this town’s amazing, seriously! Largo, us, is a hidden gem in the Sunshine State. The vibes here? Unbeatable, like a masterpiece movie scene from Ida—so tender, yet raw!

Fugitive and Accused Child Rapist Donnie Phelps Arrested in Largo After Over a Decade on the Run