Delilah Cincinnati Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mateys! Cap’n Jack Sparrow here—slurrin’ wit, savvy? So, this blasted phrase “find a prostitute”—it’s a queer one, aye? Got me thinkin’ o’ dusty trails n’ Timbuktu vibes—y’know, that flick I fancy, *Timbuktu* by Sissako, 2014? Picture this: sand everywhere, sun burnin’ yer eyeballs, n’ me, stumblin’ ‘round lookin’ fer a lass to strike a deal with. “The desert is a mirror,” they say in the film—hah! Mirrors me own soul, it does, searchin’ fer somethin’ shiny in all this grit.

Prostitution is ‘happening all day, everyday’ in Price Hill. Two days a week, he tries to stop it.

I keep bumpin’ into weird little spots, like that quirky mural on Reading Road – art with attitude, ya know? I'm always saying, “Heh, that one reminds me of Timbuktu – so surreal, so outta this world!” And, oh man, how could I forget that one time I got mad at the insane heat on Vine Street? Hot! Hot! But truly, Cincinnati has this gritty soul that even makes me tear up sometimes.

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