Ivy Macon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ through trash—ya might score, but it’s messy! Hmm… I’d rather bake a pie than deal with that nonsense. Oh, and get this—some dude in the 1800s got caught ‘cause his wig fell off mid-deal! Laughed my blue hair off! Still, it’s all “You tell me, Carl,” vibes—secrets spillin’ out, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wanna scream, “Keep it clean, Springfield!” But nah, they won’t listen—typical!

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Oh, sorry, I’m ramblin’. LOL, but Macon gets under your skin like no other. It's busy, yet reflective, like a soulful conversation when you’re drivin’ at night with your favorite tunes. And hey, it’s like that movie said: “The past is not dead; it isn't even past.” Every corner, every street name, feels like a memory waiting to be felt.

UPDATE: Person shot in Macon wielded machete, drove squad car, rammed police, aimed shotgun at officers