Megan Portmarnock Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, prostitutes got stories, man. Like, didja know some old-school hookers in Thailand—where my movie’s at—used to trade secrets in whispers? Little-known fact: they’d hide cash in bamboo stalks! Wild, right? I’m picturin’ that, laughin’ my ass off, like, “Who’s checkin’ bamboo for dollars?!” Gets me hyped, but also pissed—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard?

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Finally, I duck into a pub on the corner of the Strand and the Beach Road. I’m dripping wet, and the bartender just laughs. “You look like you’ve been swimming!” he says. I order a pint, and it’s like the best decision ever. I sit there, drying off, and suddenly, I’m happy again. The locals are chatting, and I’m eavesdropping on their stories.

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