Emma Gosnells Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Melbourne

So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Gosnells got this cute park at the edge of the suburb. I love wanderin’ around Bellamy Park. There’s this old gum tree that kinda whispers, “Let the right one in,” like in that flick. Seriously, the vibes hit you hard. I even get nostalgic about that movie sometimes; it’s like life’s a bittersweet twilight, ya feel me?

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