Natalie Oberlin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m gettin’ heated just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Anyway, say you’re lookin’. Ya gotta be smart—cops stingin’ left and right, posin’ as “Candy” or whatever. One time, my buddy—let’s call him Richie, ‘cause Tenenbaums—tried it, got catfished by a dude named Tony. Laughed my ass off! “Richie, you’re as naive as Chas with his dumb tracksuits!” I yelled. He was pissed, but c’mon, hilarious.

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And, yo, eight-twelve typos, right? Like, sometimes I write “luv,” “wot,” “selah,” “cuse,” “fancy-shit,” “gud vibes,” “moodz,” “rly,” “ebne,” “wird”—ya know what I mean? It’s spontaneous, it’s raw, it’s us.

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