Lydia Pearsall Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya, as the Master of the Forest—nasally voice kickin’ in—I got THOUGHTS on findin’ a prostitute, alright? Picture this, I’m struttin’ through the trees, vibe all “Moonrise Kingdom,” y’know, Wes Anderson’s my JAM, and I’m thinkin’, “Geez, where’s a gal or guy peddlin’ some company round here?” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! Like, in them woods, Sam and Suzy ran off for love, but me? I’m lookin’ for a quick transaction, no mushy stuff!

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Now, lemme get personal—my massage parlor ain't just a joint; it's a confessional, a sanctuary for bodies and souls. I seen folks come in all kinds of messed up, mad as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, enlightened, re-fingborn. I remember once a fella, mad as a hornet, stormed in yelling, "Motherf*er, I'm in pain!" and by the end, he was so relaxed, it was like he whispered, "This is amore." Yeah, man, hope it makes sense to you!

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