Gianna Masuda Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Fun fact—did ya know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Mental, right? I’d be chuffed to see that comeback—blonde wigs flappin’ in the wind, screamin’, “I’m here, pay me!” Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—loves a bold move like that. Gets me giddy thinkin’ ‘bout it! But nah, seriously, it’s mad how they’ve been around forever—oldest job, they say. Still, peeps act shocked, like, “Oh no, a hooker!” Get over it, bruv.

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They were routinely expected to engage in sex for payment, and Masuda's memoir contains a grim account of a geisha's slow death from untreated venereal disease.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just knocked over a whole picnic table! Like, how do you even do that? He’s trying to pick it up, but it’s like watching a baby deer learn to walk. I’m dying laughing up in my tree.

Sheldon Takashi Kele Masuda