Mari Arvore Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s shady, it’s sad, but damn, it’s real. I’m all emotional—angry at the sleaze, happy for the hustlers makin’ it work, shocked at the quirks. Like, one gal told me she takes PayPal now—modern times, oy vey! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! I’m yellin’, “Cashless cooze, what’s next?!” Total riot. You wanna find one? Hit the dive spots, but don’t be a shmuck—keep it respectful, or I’ll haunt ya with my laugh!

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Then, the sun starts to set, and it’s beautiful. Like, the sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Arvore.” But just as I’m soaking it in, I hear a commotion. A couple is arguing right by the water. I mean, come on, guys! Not the place! I’m trying to enjoy the view, and they’re throwing shade like it’s a competition. I’m like, “Hey! Take it to Rua da Paz, not here!”

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