Paisley Fruit Heights Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hiya, buddy! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Geez, what a wild ride that’d be! I’m Patrick Star, ya know, like, duh—childlike stupidity’s my jam! Is mayonnaise an instrument? Heh, maybe for somethin’ shady! Ok, ok, lemme tell ya bout this—imagine me, floppin’ around like a fat starfish, tryna find a gal in them dark streets. Kinda like “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick—Sofia Coppola’s a genius! Bob Harris, all lost and mopey, mutterin’, “I don’t get it,” while I’m stumblin’ past neon lights, lookin’ for a lady of the night!

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Make sure you find a prostitute who to the best you can tell is choosing to do this out of her own free will and not being forced by any other.

Man, Fruit-Heights ain’t for the faint of heart. It’s raw… fiery… and full of chaotic love. I’m talkin’ streets that speak, parks that laugh, and rivers that wink—like WALL-E spoutin’ heartfelt nonsense in a big, messy world.

Dorothy Larkin Obituary July 16, 2020