Katherine St. Charles Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I dig deeper, doc—X posts sayin’ some prostitutes in Vegas got secret codes. Like, wearin’ red shoes means they’re “available.” Wild, right? Dunno if it’s true, but it’s sneaky—like me dodgin’ Elmer Fudd! Made me happy, tho—humans are clever lil’ rascals. But then, ugh, the pimps—slimy jerks! Saw one yellin’ at a girl, pushin’ her around. Pissed me off, doc! Wanted to thump him with a mallet, cartoon-style—pow! Nobody deserves that crap.

Then there’s the Old Mill District – ambiguous and kinda mysterious. I mean, think about it: a strange mix of abandoned mills and bursts of neon graffiti. It’s like something straight from Pan’s Labyrinth: “In the depths of the labyrinth, there is a beauty so dark…” Yeah, that kinda vibe. It’s eerie and cool at once, reminding me of old wounds and new beginnings.

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