Abigail Aberystwyth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, man. Like, back in ’03—same year as the movie—there was this gal, Cherry, near the ol’ ribbit pond. She’d wink at ya, sayin’, “Maybe we’re not lost anymore,” all smooth-like. I was like, whoa, she’s quotin’ Sofia Coppola at me? Made me hoppy, I tell ya! But then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls up. Pissed me off big time. I’m like, “C’mon, lemme have my moment!”

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Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town, and she wants to meet up. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I could use a laugh. We meet at the Castle Grounds, and it’s nice to see her. She’s always got that energy, you know? We’re chatting, and she’s telling me about her new job at the university. I’m proud of her, but I can’t shake off the day’s heaviness.

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