Gabriella Wurtulla Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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I have my fav coffee joint by Wurtulla Plaza too. Not many know it, but it's a wee spot for unwinding with steamy hot brews and even hotter talks about the human experience. I even once met an alien-mind kindred spirit there (spiritually speaking, of course!). We swapped sarcastic grins and recited lines like “I was born to be free!” in unison. Epic!

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