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Friends said that he was with another gyro who stole it. They blamed us and sent us to the prosecutor's office. After the explanatory talk, I went out. There was a young man standing at the door of the bar and I asked him about it, he doesn't stop me, he says he's busy. He is in charge of attracting customers. He stopped to hand out a flyer. The advice is simple: party until 11:00, if you want to keep partying after that, dad, there's a VIP room for that. Of course, dad, you need a lot of cash. "My godson" by Diomedes is playing in the background. —It's a hot topic that came up after a few drinks. On February 15, the priest Javier González Pertuz died in a <a href="https://lacelestina.co/en">whorehouse</a>, when he had just finished his last day of work in the parish, according to a man from the bar. That Saturday everything made it look like a great evening, fortnight, the Colombian team was playing, but the party ended tragically. Father Javier broke down on his table. 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In my other life, the one in which they do know my face, I am a 32-year-old man, I live in El Poblado, I work for a state agency, I am trying to create my own business and, of course, I do not have a wife or girlfriend, I have realized that long-term relationships are not for me, conquest and this type of thing is denied to me, maybe later, but for now I want to take all the escorts I reach. Work forces me to travel outside of Colombia, which I take advantage of to compare the local <a href="https://lacelestina.co/en">call girl</a> women's business with foreign ones. I have discovered that the "market" in other countries is more open and less moralistic; here it is more hidden but the quality of the women (beauty) is superior”.   In the last two years that the blog has been running continuously, I've had sex, by my count, with over a hundred women and it's not chicanery. 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So I was named Transcity Queen that year and I spent the next few weekends traveling a lot, we went to Cartagena, Bucaramanga and other cities and that's where the offers started and sweetened my ear. In addition to food and clothing, they paid me 300,000 pesos per modeling session, but this was the least of it, the big money was having relationships with men, those did leave good money. I gave it to my boyfriend for free, since I wasn't going to do the same and they paid me, so I got hooked on this business. Today work is even more profitable, I do it through www.lacelestina.com and I'm not ashamed to say what my job is, on the contrary, I use it to pay for the "U".