Julia Frankton Junction Sex Escort ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dunedin

So, escorts—fancy gals, or guys, sellin’ time. Not my thing, I’d rather wrestle bears. Costs a fortune, like 500 bucks an hour—insane! Could buy a good steak, whiskey, and a canoe instead. Saw this dame once, Vegas, 2018—true story. Called herself “Sapphire,” real name probly Karen. Wore glitter heels, smelled like cheap roses. Told me she paid taxes—shocked me stupid. IRS gets a cut of that? Wild. “I survive,” she says, echoin’ Solomon’s grit. Made me laugh, then mad—system’s a joke.

Male Escorts near Frankton Junction, 3204 Waikato NZ

So, I’m standing there, sipping my coffee, and I see this lady trying to cross the street. She’s got a pram, and the cars just won’t stop. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Have some decency!” Finally, a bus stops, and she makes it across. I’m cheering her on like it’s the Olympics. “Go, lady, go!”

Bowling club rolls up a $200,000-plus pre-Christmas red tape busting win