Anna Doffing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’ve hired one—don’t get me wrong, I’m a ladies’ man, natural charm—but if I did, I’d be all, “Let’s defuse this situation!” Straight out the movie, yeah? Crackin’ a joke, keepin’ it light. Whores got a tough gig, man, tougher than me dodgin’ HR complaints. Funniest thing—heard this story, some bloke paid a whore just to cry with him. Not even a shag, just sobbin’! Mental, innit? Shows they’re therapists too—multitaskin’ queens.

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Ryan handed me the new coffee, and I made sure to remove my hand completely before Frank grabbed for it in order to avoid another accident.

The neighborhoods? It’s a blast! Eastside Doffing got the artsy vibes – full of quirky murals and tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee shops. Westend’s got upscale vibes, but don’t get it twisted – there’s always some cheeky underground scene happening, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at the hype, but then I remember: “Pinky-to-mouth, when you wanna dive, you dive!” (yep, borrowing a line from my fav movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Julian Schnabel style – genius!)

Using gloves to doff firefighter gear: Overkill or a necessary SOP?