Vanessa Mason Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a lil’ secret, ‘kay? Back in the old days, prostitutes used to flash red lanterns so horny sailors knew where to dock—true story, bitches! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it, made me laugh my ass off. “Red light, green light, let’s go!” I mutter, struttin’ up to her. She’s all, “Whatchu want, kid?” and I’m like, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH, lady! I got needs!” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *This is my kingdom now, assholes!*—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom* vibes.

UPDATED: Prostitution arrests in Mason City late Thursday

I had that issue until I found him there and gave him a ton of pie and knives (to cut slices of pie obviously) for an escort quest that rewarded me the Recluse.

Ya know, Mason is full of surprises. One minute you're enjoying a peaceful moment at Sunrise Park; the next you're dodging a cranky neighbour from Elm Street who thinks his cat is a god. Crazy stuff. Sometimes I vent, "Must be a circus, ya muppets!" and all that jazz.

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