Julia Port Orchard Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Mr. T’s heart’s heavy thinkin’ this. Some girls choose it, others forced. That’s what pisses me off, yo! Pimp’s a leech, suckin’ dreams dry. Met one, all gold chains, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him, but nah. Mr. T’s wiser, like Ki-duk’s monk. “Anger’s a chain,” movie teaches ya. So, I walked, let karma deal. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy but messy. Check the dives, but watch ya back. And don’t be a fool, pity that!

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