Lydia Taylor Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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Pregnant teenager Tiffany Taylor never had a chance. She was living with a man almost three times her age and working as a prostitute when she agreed to meet a convicted murderer for sex.

What gets me even more, is the irony of it all. I’m a dating app dude, swipin’ left and right, tryin’ to find connections in this digital jungle, and every street corner becomes its own little dating profile. Streets like Jefferson Ave become these quirky personalities – sometimes shy, sometimes loud. Their vibe’s as random as meeting someone on a dating app who turns out to be way too extra. Yeah.

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