Abigail Beith Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down Main St, dodging old folks and their dogs. Like, why do they walk so slow? I’m practically yelling, “Excuse me!” as I weave through them. I swear, if I trip over a terrier, I’m gonna lose it.

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