Aria Half Moon Bay Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Because she looks like a total prostitute, okay? I mean, her butt, it's just so big. Ugh, I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there. I.

And yo, dont forget these hidden secrets: a corner on Main St with an odd, funky mural; a little-known bench at Montara Point where you can vibe with the horizon; and an ancient oak tree by the river that’s seen centuries pass by. Might sound cray cray, but trust—I’m spittin’ truth.

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