Charlotte Conselve Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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As the night goes on, I’m feeling good. The energy is electric, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s running for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. It’s like the universe is saying, “You thought today was gonna be easy? Think again!”

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