Evelyn Bithlo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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I write this rapid-fire ‘cause, seriously, Bithlo shapes me. Every street, every cracked pavement in PBithlo (us) tells a story. It’s raw, a bit offbeat, and always pulsing with life's surprising moments. So, my friend, if you’re in need of a retreat that’s as real as your ache, come on over. Life here is a twisted blend of art, pain, humor, and even a little romance – just like that mojo in Only Lovers Left Alive.

Car hits bicyclist along SR 50 in Bithlo