Mia Ambler Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Clarice… finding a prostitute, huh? Tricky business, lemme tell ya. I’m a Kvasnik, see—crafty, sharp, nose like a damn bloodhound. Sniffin’ out the streets, it’s a game, a thrill! Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot—scavengin’, searchin’, lost in a world of junk. “WALL-E… directive?” he’d squeak, right? Me, I’m huntin’ somethin’ fleshier, heh.

The night-comers

Finally, I get to work. The office is buzzing, but not in a good way. My boss, Mr. Thompson, is on a rampage. He’s pacing like a caged lion. Apparently, the client from down the street on East Butler is throwing a fit. Something about the project being late. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s Ambler, not the end of the world.” But he’s not having it.

Dalion Ambler, of Cleveland, killed in Twinsburg-area hazmat incident