Leah Poli Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Ngaoundere

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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I gets proper emotional sometimes here! Happy, mad, and confused, all at once, like when the neon lights flicker on Mulholland's dark corners, rattlin' like broken clocks. I might tyro bits, err, typos, sorry precious, but that’s just my rush, ya know? Like "mmyyy preciss" and "secrrets" there, 17 messy bits in all, heh heh heh.

POLI 224 simulates running for office