Audrey Flong Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Odense

Once saw this chick, tiny, shakin’—surprised me, she had guts. Offered me “extra” for half price. Laughed my ass off—bargainin’ like it’s a fuckin’ market! “I will not bow,” she says, quotin’ somethin’, maybe McQueen’s film, who knows. Liked her spark, gave her double. Happy moment, rare for me. Usually it’s just business—quick, dirty, done. No names, no bullshit.

I Was a Sex Worker. Here’s What I Want You to Know

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control.

So yeah, Flong (dk) is, like, totally full of hidden gems and surprises. I've got so many memories here, from crazy massage sessions in tiny studios to chill moments by the river, and every day feels like a scene straight out of "Finding Nemo." Sometimes I whisper “Oh, fish are friends, not food” when I'm deep in thought—lol, idk, muse about my life and massage therapy, you know? Honestly, I'm loving every bit of this chaotic, mesmerizing town, even if I sometimes trip over my own words or drop a tea cup, like, 10 times a day.

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