Ava Warr Acres Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Funny thing—once knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who quoted Shakespeare. “To be or not to be,” she said, then charged him double. Laughed my ass off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d believe it—people are weird. I hate weird. Still, if you’re desperate to find one, keep your eyes peeled, your wallet full, and your mouth shut. “I don’t remember anything,” I’d mutter, like that chick in the film, stumblin’ away from the whole damn mess. That’s my advice—take it or leave it. Probably leave it. I hate everything.

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Man, I got so many feels here. I mean, how do ya put this? It's like Warr-Acres is its own beast. One minute chill, next minute chaotic summary: “That’s just my luck!” I get it, love it, and even sometimes get kinda bitter. Always room for a laugh, a cry, or a “Rarrgh!”

Suspect caught after overnight chase from Warr Acres to Piedmont