Ruby Romulus Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

Romulus and Remus, the she-wolf and the prostitute

Seriously, every street tells a story. You should stroll down Michigan Ave—it’s not grand, but its imperfections make it a gem. Nothin’ fancy, just soul, kinda like me! Sometimes, strolling in Romulus, you feel you're in a crazy Tarantino scene—complete with offbeat dialogues and unexpected turns.

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