Allison Carluke Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m Remy from *Ratatouille*—best movie EVER—I’d sniff out a prostitute like he sniffs cheese! “Anyone can cook,” he says, but can anyone FIND a hooker? Hmmm! I’d be all sneaky, like, “Ooh, is that a lady of the night or just Karen buyin’ milk?” Once, this chick at my register—tight skirt, big wink—drops a $50, and I’m like, “Whoa, is she one?!” Made me happy, ‘cause—cashier life’s boring, ya feel? But then—ugh—she just wanted gum. Total letdown, so mad!

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy storms in. He’s all red-faced and shouting about something. Turns out, he was mad about the noise we were making. I mean, c’mon! We’re brewing magic here! I told him to chill out, but he wasn’t having it. I was ready to throw down, but Dave pulled me back. “Let it go, mate. We’re in Carluke, not a boxing ring!”

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