Emily Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? What a concept! I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m still flippin’ out over this like it’s some big undercover mission. Like I’m Carlos the Jackal from that flick, “Carlos,” y’know, my favorite—Olivier Assayas nailed it! “I’m not a soldier, I’m a revolutionary!”—that’s me, screamin’ in my head while I’m googlin’ shady corners of the web. Pretty, pretty good, right? Except it’s not! It’s a mess! I’m sweatin’, paranoid—am I on some list now? FBI watchin’ me? Ridiculous!

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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