Megan Lucrezia Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

The Beautiful Deception

So, I’m tryin’ to calm everyone down, right? I’m like, “Guys, chill! We got this!” But inside, I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” I head to the yard, and there’s this group of inmates laughin’ and pointin’. I’m thinkin’, “What’s so funny?” Turns out, they were watchin’ some pigeons fightin’ over a piece of bread. I mean, really? Pigeons? That’s what’s entertainin’ you?

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