Aria Kurihara Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, lemme spill the tea—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies in Tennessee! Back in the day, I heard tell of this lil trick in Nashville—girls’d hang by the jukebox at certain bars, tappin’ their heels to Patsy Cline, waitin’ for a wink. Subtle, y’all, real subtle! Nowadays, it’s all online, apps and whatnot—Lord, I can barely work my dang phone, typos galore, prolly spellin’ “prostitute” like “prostetute” half the time! Makes me madder’n a wet hen, all this tech confusin’ a simple country gal like me.

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady selling yaki imo. You know, roasted sweet potatoes? I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I drop it. Like, seriously? I’m having the worst luck today. I’m about to cry over a potato.

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