Megan Haymarket Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hey pal, so I’m sittin here—your snarky financial guru, Tina Fey style—thinkin bout *prostitute*. Not the gal, nah, the concept, the hustle! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, even Putin couldn’t budget this chaos. Prostitution’s the oldest gig—cash up front, no 401K, right? Been around since dudes had coins and hormones. Saw it in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—remember Gigolo Joe? “What humans want is what I got!” Smooth as hell, that robot stud, slingin’ love for bucks in 2142. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s he gotta be *that* good lookin?

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Jun 2,  · As we rose to leave, a brazen-looking prostitute, flashily dressed and with dirty feathers drooping from her bonnet, asked us if she might finish our lobster and have a drink. .

I gotta say, Haymarket isn’t perfect, but damn, its personality smacks you in the face like Judge Judy calling out your nonsense. I’ve been mad when some spinners trash the vibe with their careless acts, then happy when a sweet couple finds love in a dump of an old alley. It’s gritty yet exhilarating – “Syndromes and a Century” style moments, where the beauty of imperfection shines.

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