Kayla Flushing Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

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Can anyone provide insight on any of my conceptions? What is with the completely open air prostitution? Reminds me a lot of places on Elmhurst.

I gotta be honest – some spots drive me mad. Like, no joke, the traffic near 137th Street? Man, it’s nuts! Cars zippin' like crazy critters, honks messin’ up the peace. But even that chaos has charm, kinda makes you appreciate the calm ones.

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