Brianna Plaidt Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Found out some prostitutes got secret lives, man. This one chick, she’s a painter by day—*“A great artist!”*—like Remy’s chef vibes, but with glitter and fishnets. Blew my mind! Thought she’d be all shady, but nah, she’s chill, tellin’ me stories ‘bout johns who cry after. Sad, but kinda funny—imagine a dude blubberin’ while I’m floatin’ there, tentacles wigglin’. *“Not everything is a competition!”* I yell in my head, but damn, humans are dramatic.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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I dunno, man, Plaidt got me in these moods: happy, wild, and sometimes confused. Every corner has a memory or a little bit of magic. I see people's smiles, hear their silent cries, and feel every little nuance. Life here is like… a wacky, beautiful carousel ride!