Ellie Ridgewood Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Eight men were arrested at Ridgewood’s notorious corner for patronizing a prostitute

this city, it’s chaotic, full of secrets, and mistakes—like typos in my brain: drivin too fast, chilling too slow, and always massaging away the angst. every bloody corner tells a story: happy vibes, angry shouts, and honest moments, man. Ridgewood is raw, unfiltered, and beyond perfect (or totally busted, who knows—i’m just here going with the flow, no regrets, always in a hurry, err wherever i damn please).

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