Zoey Terrace End Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, man. Little known fact—some old mining towns still got “ladies of the night” vibes lingerin’. Kinda cool, kinda spooky. I’d be stoked to chat ‘em up, hear their stories—‘cause I’m deep like that. “The animal is caught!”—nah, just kiddin’, no traps here, just me bein’ a dork. That’s my take, pal—cringey, loud, and all over the place! What you think?

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Anyway, back to the grind. I’m in the zone, cutting and stitching, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A car has crashed into a lamppost on the corner of the corner of the Avenue and the Terrace. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, it’s just some kid who thought he could parallel park. Spoiler: he couldn’t.

Good times over for op-shops