Lauren Kettering Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

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I’m sniffing around, trying to find the perfect cheese for a client. You know, the fancy stuff. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, ice cream cone in hand. He trips. Ice cream goes flying. Hits me right in the face! I’m standing there, covered in strawberry goo, and I’m like, “Really, kid?!”

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