Hannah Christchurch Prostitute ❤️

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So, prostitutes—lordy, where do I start? I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’m just a big-haired gal who’s seen a thing or two. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ a livin’ how they can. Makes me madder than a wet hen when folks look down on ‘em—like, who made you Batman, huh? “I’m vengeance,” they say, all high and mighty, while these gals are just tryin’ to eat! Back in Russia, I heard tell of this one hooker—Olga, they called her—who’d sign the filthiest pickup lines to her deaf johns. Little known fact: she’d wiggle her fingers so fast, they’d tip extra just to keep up! Had me laughin’ harder than a hyena on moonshine.

Sex worker strife: 'We've had vandalism, we've had break-ins'

Only 25 or so on-street sex workers now ply their trade on Christchurch's once-busy Manchester St each week.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Christchurch, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a Hawaii dude, right? So, I’m used to chill vibes, palm trees, and surfboards. But Christchurch? It’s a whole different ball game.

Christchurch emergency status under review as flood recovery continues