Samantha Parsons Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Oh, then there’s VibeSquare, a spot where the city gots its heart. Skippin’ over to 7th & Pine, that’s where I often get lost in the crowd. Lately, I've been thinkin’ “I’m the wolf, baby!” while cruisin’ by, feelin’ both the thrill and pain of these urban jungles. Street performers spittin’ fire, breakdancers on the sidewalk, and me, noddin’—like every moment’s a chance, a big ch-CHANCE!

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