Brianna Diekirch Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I ain’t mad tho—naw, I’m HAPPY for ‘em! They hustlin’, makin’ coin while folks judge ‘em! What gets me ANGRY is them high-nosed folks actin’ like they ain’t never sinned! Hmph! I heard tell of this one gal—true story, swear on my cornbread—back in the 1800s, she was a prostitute called Diamond Jessie. Ran a whole saloon, had men droppin’ gold nuggets at her feet! Ain’t that somethin’? She was stackin’ paper before women could even vote! SURPRISED me, I tell ya!

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(c) Scientific monitoring of the development of prostitution at national and local levels – analysis of alternatives to the so-called Swedish.

Man, what a day! I swear, Diekirch really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” I grab my gear, head outta my little flat on Rue de la Gare. You know, the one with the creaky stairs? Yeah, that one.

Diekirch's donkey weather vane has to go!