Anna Sarospatak Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

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As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to check out the local art gallery. It’s small but packed with talent. I see this painting that just speaks to me. It’s all abstract and colorful, and I’m like, “Wow, I need that in my life.” But then I remember my bank account and sigh.

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