Megan Lucea Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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As the sun sets over the bay, I realize, despite the chaos, I love this place. Lucea’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I’m sittin’ there, feelin’ grateful, even if today was a mess. I mean, who else gets to say they saw a goat and a car crash in one day? Only in Lucea, man. Only in Lucea.

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