Anna Gorey Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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After the rain, the sun comes back out, and it’s like a whole new world. The colors pop, and the air smells fresh. I grab a burger from one of those food trucks. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and I see this kid juggling. He drops a ball, and it rolls right to me. I pick it up and toss it back, and he gives me this huge grin. Made my day, for real.

Gorey Three Day in danger of not going ahead this year, deadline imposed