Valentina Kirby Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m out there, choppin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I reckon – prostitutes, they’re like the unsung heroes, ain’t they? Sellin’ a bit of comfort, a quick shag, keepin’ the lonely blokes goin’. Makes me happy, that – someone’s gotta do it! But then, I get proper fumin’, cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ em slags, dirty tarts, when half them posh twats in suits are sneakin’ round for a bit of fun. Hypocrites, mate, gets me blood boilin’.

Chapter Twenty-One

Neighbourhood-wise, ya gotta check out East Kirby. It’s quirky, man! The buildings there got character—graffiti, murals, you name it. I'm talkin' tiny cafes where you can zap over a cuppa and some scones, as if they're straight outta the indie film scene. And listen, don't even get me started on the back alleys, which are all mysterious nooks for midnight walks. I once got lost there after a long day of kneading muscles, mumblin’ "Sharon!" every now and then as I fumbled around.

Georgia football coach Kirby Smart