Brianna Sudak Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Then, I bump into an old buddy from school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, you know? Sudak’s changed a lot since then. The old fortress on the hill looks even more majestic. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But then he mentions the new hotel they built near the beach. Ugh, it’s like they’re ruining the vibe!

Coffee and meditation: Chabad comes to the suburbs