Grace Willows Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for drama? Hell yeah, I’m picturin’ her kickin’ a cop car, screamin’ “I’M THE QUEEN OF THE BLOCK!” Total Eric Andre move. But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard if you got eyes. They’re chillin’ by gas stations, motels, wherever the night’s poppin’. Pro tip: don’t be a creep, just talk normal. They’re people, not aliens, ya dingus.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Tara doesn't recognize what Willow did as rape (nor does the show); she's upset that Willow violated her mind. She gets over it rather quickly.

Ugh, remember that drive near the old mill? I always say, "This is not my fault!" when I get lost there—lol, so annoying but also kinda mystic. The mill on Quarry Road has this vintage charm, just like a scene from a movie. I literally cry when I pass by sometimes. Crazy, right?

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