Elizabeth Oberlin Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But man, it pisses me off—some dudes treat ‘em like trash. Actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin’ out at night. Hypocrites! Gets my blood boilin’. Then there’s the happy side—met this one gal, Candy, sweetest laugh you ever heard. Said she’s savin’ up for a bike, gonna ride outta this hellhole. “Witness me!” she grinned, and I damn near cheered. Hope’s rare out here, y’all.

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world

Do you think you can sleep with a prostitute and then arrest them? Pretty incredible Oberlin can get out of this considering what other.

There’s humor too—like some days I stroll around, thinking "why the heck did we ever complicate pleasure?" and then, bam! I see a couple laughing in the park, and I'm like "Ah, finally human, finally living!" I might mumble a few typos in texts to my buddies, like “wtf, so awsome” or “srsly, unbelievable!” because hey, imperfection makes it real.

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