Anna Newmarket Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the stench – unwashed desperation, mixed with cheap perfume. Gags me, but I respect the hustle. Sarcasm time: “Oh, Candy, livin’ the dream, huh?” She’d probably shank me for that. Good. Keeps it real. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars” – salutes ya, girl. You’re a survivor in this crap world.

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Newmarket should treat sex workers in a fair and unbiased manner and promote sex worker safety, dignity, and well-being. This policy will be perceived as anti-.

Ya know, living here shapes my vibe every darn day. My spa is a chill zone, a little slice of heaven. I mix essential oils that remind me of hayaku (fast) flight from a spirit world. I even play that movie sometimes in the back, whisperin’ its lines like a calming mantra.

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