Worlds Oldest Profession

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sydnie
sydnie
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Here's a little something about the world's oldest profession, you know the one where men pay $300.00 dollars for a one hour session. Many of you think were rolling in money but there are times we have been broke and I bet some of you think that's really funny.
Many times we post really great ads, you guys make an appt., play games or don't
show, and that makes you very pitiful and sad. Alot of women hate us for what we do and most men think we're whores how about you? In our hearts we know we're as classy as you if not more, you ladies go out, get drunk, and fuck for free now who's the whore?!
We are decent ladies trying to make ends meet, sorry if it's your boyfriend or husband
we just happen to greet.Just by glancing at streetwalkers you know what they do, most think we are teachers or librarians can they say that about you? Don't dish it out if you can't take it, because your guy is having alot more fun with us because we don't fake it.
Well I sure hope I got my point across but if I didn't it'll only be your loss.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
you got that right

Sister!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
A plea

O tho people that judge. Blind, purile, religo confused minds. This call above for reasonable sanity, has been repeated since living began. Now what was the name of that god linked man? You know the one that put this famously into world print. . His name began with J, and with a 2nd vowel input he definitely, had all the crazy killing judges sus . .sed. How many will die before before pro's are a recognised service, and I don't mean valhala desert ranches for the rich, But it pains me that some states, envision light years ahead of in panic Uk. And yet shiny pervert's morals trend, threatens such human wisdom, (A bit like condemning family members who flee myriad lethal poverty, what be worse to satisfy refugee status? Unless of course you're worth more than 150,000 annum. YOU dont count, not even when your homeland lack of skills means deeper debt, And do not assume I support chancers or arranged prison marriages) Crime lords big and small ride the wave, Stop. Then again threats and pain and death issues dont haunt my work, So who am I to complain? A lonely frustrated voice. In too many senses of the words. Tho I dont have to worry about sentiment here, those that need to go beyond all these words, Are all too mind blind to see. Or frightened of the society witches, Even if they privately scanned their shock optical empty naked memory sockets, upon this site. This text call eight years future past on, but I am sure various somewheres, A woman is having the same focus thoughts you set out. Now. Or feeling a chill all thru, that is only partly due to climate weather. This comment to stir thoughts, and call for the courage of Libertee, if in the presence of lifeless condemnation speak.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
I agree with you.

I agree with you regarding prostitution. Prostitution has been recognized as an honorable profession in many societies for thousands of years. The United States is possibly the weirdest country in the world regarding sex. In other countries people just enjoy it. In the United States the people talk about silly little things like the "wardrobe malfunction" at the Super Bowl and Brittany Spears'lack of panties.

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