Vanessa Rodenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Cassie Rodenberg: My students play GTA V instead of studying. It teaches them to kill prostitutes and demean women in the game – and beyond.

Not gonna lie – sometimes bummers hit me hard here too. Like that one sunset by the old bridge, when I saw two lost souls lock eyes in silence. It burned deep, you know? Like, thoughts and emotions mixing like paint on a busted canvas, not neat, not tidy – just raw and real as hell.

Brett Rodenberg joins North Shore Bank