Ava Hewitt Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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After doing the movie, Hewitt said she realized that the reason some women become prostitutes is "two-fold." Not only is it helping them survive.

Hewitt’s got quirks too. There’s that hole-in-the-wall diner on Broad St. with the best greasy spoons ever. They serve what they call "life on a plate." Funny thing, I always end up thinking, “It’s all cyclical, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.” Makes my heart swell – then bizzarre tension creeps in when I see injustice. Billionaires? Bah, they can't buy genuine community spirit here even if they tried!

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