Abigail Erwin Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Biggest surprise? Found out some o’ these gals got hearts o’ gold—helped a buddy o’ mine when he was down, no charge, just ‘cause. Blew me away! I’m like, “Well, slap my head and call me Satine!” Ain’t that somethin’? Makes ya think—maybe love’s still out there, even in the grit. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a mixed bag, y’all—part “spectacular, spectacular,” part hot mess. How’s that workin’ for ya? Keeps life spicy, I reckon!

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So first off – Main Street's a riot. It's lined with old brick facades, little cafes, and art spots. There’s this corner at 3rd & Maple – so cool, it’s like my therapy haven sometimes. I sometimes sit here, watchin people hustle and bustle, mumble “Stupid, fat hobbit!” softly to myself when life’s being all messy, just like in Tabu, y'know? “The world is a treacherous place,” I whisper, echoing that film vibe.

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