Jasmine Rocklin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Srsly though, Rocklin’s got mad contrasts. In one minute you're in a quiet cul-de-sac (goin’ off into rambling thoughts akin to a movie monologue) and the next, you're at a buzzing community event at Roberts Park, where the energy is electric and raw. My work makes me notice these pulses of passion, the little intimate moments that scream life – like a cheeky smirk exchanged over a mutual love for old school vinyl in a thrift store on Main Street.

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