Avery Capitola Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic—shit’s wild out there! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *The Gleaners and I*, that damn Agnes Varda flick I love. “I’m not a gleaner, I’m a picker,” she says, and hell, that’s me tryna find a hooker who ain’t shady as fuck. You gotta dig through the dirt, man, the streets are a goddamn mess—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they ain’t ate in weeks. Motherfucker, it pisses me off! These chicks deserve better than dodgin’ creeps and cops.

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I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

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