Harper Tolleson Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some gals use code, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she’d say. Clever, huh? Keeps it hush-hush. Love that sneaky shit—keeps ya guessin’. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a damn adventure. Like Cathy chasin’ her heart, only with more leather and less tears. “I can’t do this,” she’d sob—me, I’m just laughin’, ready for round two. What a night, pal—what a freakin’ night!

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