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Jan 10, 2017 at 18:32 o\clock

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A phone call girl or female escort is a sex worker who (unlike a street walker) doesn't display her profession to the public; nor does she usually operate in an establishment just like a brothel, although she might be utilized by an escort agency. The client must make an appointment, usually by calling an unknown number. Call girls often advertise their services in small ads in gossip columns and via the Internet, although a middleman advertiser, just like an escort agency, may be involved with promoting escorts, while, more infrequently, some may be handled with a pimp. Call girls may work either incall, where the client comes to them, or outcall, where they go to the client.

Jan 10, 2017 at 18:27 o\clock

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Escort

A phone call girl or female escort is a sex worker who (unlike a street walker) doesn't display her profession towards the general public; nor does she usually work in an institution just like a brothel, although she might be employed by an escort agency. The customer must make an appointment, usually by calling a telephone number. Call girls often advertise their services in small ads in gossip columns and online, although a middleman advertiser, such as an escort agency, may be involved with promoting escorts, while, less often, some might be handled by a pimp. Call girls may work either incall, in which the client comes to them, or outcall, where they go towards the client.

Jan 10, 2017 at 16:47 o\clock

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Jan 10, 2017 at 15:37 o\clock

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by: DianeGonzales   Keywords: unknownwriters

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If I ever got famous for writing something, it’d be a translation of the feeling of pronoia turning into paranoia, or vice versa. It’s this feeling that’s like… always hanging out on the outskirts of my mind, bumming cigarettes and busking out there, you know? And sometimes it gets up the money to go into the city of my mind and it performs there in the comedy clubs, and the people, they just eat that shit up, and it’s a good time until everyone gets sick of him and they throw him back outta town. And this feeling is always the same, paranoia or pronoia, but it’s awful, it grips my whole body and there’s this feeling, like I just know all these problems I’m having aren’t real, but they’re there and these delusions I’m having aren’t real and I know they aren’t real but boy oh boy am I going to have to have to learn to live with the fact that while they were happening they were real, they were real to me and I have to live with the fact that I had these ideas. Sometimes while in the grips of these feelings that haunt me, they change. I go from imagining all this horrible shit, that every single fucking blade of grass is staring at me in their own right, and it changes, it goes from the grass eyeing me nervously, waiting for me to pull a fucking knife, to loving me, and the grass is still there and it’s staring but now they’re hiding rainbows and unicorns, they love me, these blades of grass, and they want me to be happy, and all this bubbly fucking nonsense boils over and I’m filled with joy so sweet it hurts, it makes me sick, and now even I’m vomiting rainbows. We’re all vomiting rainbows together, and it is, in fact, together that we will go down in history as happy people that everything went right for. It sucks. It sucks and I feel sick.

Jan 10, 2017 at 14:06 o\clock

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by: DianeGonzales   Keywords: onlinecomedy

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If I ever got famous for writing something, it’d be a translation of the feeling of pronoia turning into paranoia, or vice versa. It’s this feeling that’s like… always hanging out on the outskirts of my mind, bumming cigarettes and busking out there, you know? And sometimes it gets up the money to go into the city of my mind and it performs there in the comedy clubs, and the people, they just eat that shit up, and it’s a good time until everyone gets sick of him and they throw him back outta town. And this feeling is always the same, paranoia or pronoia, but it’s awful, it grips my whole body and there’s this feeling, like I just know all these problems I’m having aren’t real, but they’re there and these delusions I’m having aren’t real and I know they aren’t real but boy oh boy am I going to have to have to learn to live with the fact that while they were happening they were real, they were real to me and I have to live with the fact that I had these ideas. Sometimes while in the grips of these feelings that haunt me, they change. I go from imagining all this horrible shit, that every single fucking blade of grass is staring at me in their own right, and it changes, it goes from the grass eyeing me nervously, waiting for me to pull a fucking knife, to loving me, and the grass is still there and it’s staring but now they’re hiding rainbows and unicorns, they love me, these blades of grass, and they want me to be happy, and all this bubbly fucking nonsense boils over and I’m filled with joy so sweet it hurts, it makes me sick, and now even I’m vomiting rainbows. We’re all vomiting rainbows together, and it is, in fact, together that we will go down in history as happy people that everything went right for. It sucks. It sucks and I feel sick.