Genesis Bothell Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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And fam, lemme tell ya: I also got mad respect for the local art scene. Walls whisper with rebel tags and irony so thick, you can taste it, like that one mural on 124th that just screams “freedom”. It’s art, it’s life, it’s Bothell—ever-changing like a Kanye beat drop.

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