Megan Runnemede Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, listen up, ya filthy mate! Me, Gru, da big Clinical Research Specialist, gonna spill some beans bout findin a prostitute. Ya know, like in dat movie I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. Dat Kim Ki-duk flick, so deep, so quiet, makes ya think bout life’s cycles, ya? “Lightbulb!”—hit me like a brick, prostitutes got cycles too, seasons of dere own!

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Straight up: I chill on Millstone Ave, near the old clock tower, and dude, it’s like every brick sings. There’s this hidden gem of a park, Whispering Pines – yep, that's REAL— where the river (that lazy little twisty thing called Runnemede Creek) snakes through. It’s like nature’s own runway. Crazy, right? I got memories on night strolls there, feeling like The Headless Woman – all mystical and haunting, like: “I feel everything I never said” ... damn, that hit me in the feels!

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