Sadie Karlshorst Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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But, lemme tell ya – it ain't all roses. Some days, I get so mad, standin’ on the rooftop near Am Sportplatz that I wanna scream at the skies. Life’s a twisted ride! My inner voice: "Is this what we deserve?" and then I laugh at the absurdity. We’re all misfits in our own damn ways.

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