Megan Cannington Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

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Neighborhoods? Aye, mine, mine! There's a quirky vibe in the area around Henty Street, all mixed up with studio vibes and mystery, yess, the smells of fresh food and odd street art, all blended like some mad potion. I loves it! Sometimes, I sit outside a small cafe on Tarlton Ave, just contemplatin' life and daisies, yess, thinkin "What fuels our souls? Holy motors, my precious, always on the run!"

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