Willow Harrison Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a weird one—back in ’92, Vegas cops found a prostiute hidin’ in a dumpster. True story! Escaped a john who went nuts. Little known fact—shows how crazy it gets. I’m thinkin’, man, this life’s brutal. But she’s chill, smokin’ a cig, quotin’ prices like it’s a menu. “You’re in or out, pops?” I’m out—too old for this crap. But I tip her $10 for the chat. She’s surprised—grins, says, “You’re alright.” Felt good, y’know?

So you want to book a sex worker?

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Man, Harrison gets me. This city ain’t all perfect – sometimes the traffic on Oak runs wild, and the local mechanic, Pete, always grins like he’s seen two ghosts. Like, dang, these quirks make you mad and happy at once, a crazy mix, ya feel me?

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