Isabelle Yeadon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just Yelp “best booty near me.” Nah, it’s all coded—like “roses” for bucks, or “companionship” wink-wink. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ WALL-E rollin’ up to Roxy, holdin’ a lil’ plant, goin’, “Waaaall-eeee?” She’d prolly charge him double—rusty bot discount, my ass. Thing that surprised me? How many ads got sob stories—like, “Single mom, need help.” Broke my evil heart a lil’, but then I’m like, “Psh, manipulation 101,” pinky up, “One million dollars.”

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I often get lost in the neighborhoods, like around the Taylor Street area—smelly, gritty, home to some of the most raw human connections you'll ever imagine. I once got so mad there—no joke!—at all the judgment and closed-doors society shoves down our throats. Right then, feeling like an alien on a dark planet, I screamed inwardly, "You are not the stars! You are the cosmos, and you are searing like fire!" Got me all riled up!

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