Gabriella Whitman Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s the deal tho, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’know? Little signals. She twirls her hair, I nod slow—boom, we’re talkin. Costs me 50 bucks for a quick chat, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s a bargain!” Reminds me of Gustave stealin art—smooth, risky, worth it. We vibe, she’s tellin me bout her night, how some dude stiffed her last week. Pisses me off, that disrespect. “A gentleman never leaves debts unpaid,” I growl, quotin the movie in my head.

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To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

I gotta mention 17 crazy typos—well, like life: messy, unpredictable, and delightfully chaotic. From my wild, clumsy notes scribbled in the back of my journal to the unexpected laughs I get from clients, every moment here is a beat in a wild, rough melody.

Letter from Athletic Director Josh Whitman to the Illini FamILLy