Abigail Burnside Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Ain’t all glitz, though—some of these chicks, they’re ghosts, man. Saw one near the docks, eyes dead, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no life.” Movie’s got that scene, doc askin’, “What do you see?”—I see desperation, fuckin’ breaks my heart, but then I laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? You wanna find a prostitute? Easy—hit the streets, look for the strut, the hustle. They’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight, like fuckin’ ninjas. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it feels that way when you’re cruisin’ late night, seein’ ‘em pop outta nowhere.

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She spends her teenage years sleeping around and drinking in the park, and by the time she is sixteen, prostitution has become a way of life.

After the gig, I’m walking back, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I mean, who knew Burnside could be this wild? I pass by the local shops on Wairakei Rd, and I see this cute little bookstore. I can’t resist. I pop in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Books everywhere! I grab a couple of nature books. Gotta keep my forest knowledge sharp, right?

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