Mia Caulfield South Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout financial plannin’, right? And then—bam!—this “find a prostitute” thing pops up. What the hell’s that got to do with money? I mean, I’m a specialist, I crunch numbers, I don’t crunch—well, you know! Pretty, pretty good way to throw me off, I’ll tell ya that. So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—me, Larry David, sittin’ in some dingy Tokyo bar like in *Lost in Translation*. You know, “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” but instead of whiskey, some gal’s pitchin’ me her hourly rate. Ridiculous! I’m losin’ my mind already.

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I’ve had my fair share of calamitous nights here. One time, some numbskull strutted into my parlour all high and mighty, complainin’ about his work life, and I nearly lost my cool – not my fault if he’s a miserable tosser! How many times have I yelled "Idiot sandwich!" in frustration? More than I'd like, too many! And why? Because sometimes, Caulfield-South gives ya moments when ya’re about to smash somethin’.

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