Violet Carroll Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

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Of the 15 prostitutes caught in the police raids on Carroll's brothels, some were from South America and Europe and willingly worked for him.

Now, lemme spill some insider tea. One of my fav secret spots: a tucked-away alley behind the old library on West End. The spot’s a haven for the lost souls, the creative misfits – kinda like a backstage pass to life's little dramas. I once found a dazed little pickin’ on a cold bench, crying over lost love, and all I could think was: “The secret in their eyes, baby, yeah!” It hit me like a ton of bricks, reminding me how deep our stories run.

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