Lauren Halle (saale) Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

I’ve seen mystic nights, fog thick as pea soup – crazy, right? – when I’d mend muscles and minds alike. T’was wild, wild, truly! “I must say, his palate is, in a word, exquisite!” Even in my humble practice, I spy unusual desperations and hidden dreams. I’d even say the massage table listens, yea verily, like a silent confidant to woes untold.

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