Leah Crofton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this – I’m fed up with cows, udders, and that damn milkin’ machine hummin’ in my ears. I’m like, “I need a break, somethin’ wild!” So I think, why not find a prostitute? Not that I’m some expert, dahling, but I’ve heard stories – oh, the stories! Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret codes? Knock twice, wink once – bam, you’re in! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m imaginin’ myself all sneaky, whisperin’, “Accept the mystery,” like Rabbi Nachtner in the flick, tryna sound deep while I’m just horny and lost.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Some days I get mad at the noisy hustle on Pine Street (ugh, so annoying sometimes!), but then I find solace near the sculpture garden at West End. A lil' hidden oasis, not many peeps know ‘bout it. Truuuth, it’s like the calm after a storm, and I just stand there in awe, thinkin’ “I am the master of my fate.” Haha, doh, guess I’m havin’ one of my those days!

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