Layla Butterworth Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kimberley

Alright, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, cause I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Picture this—me, sittin in a bar, sawdust on the floor, whiskey in hand, thinkin bout *Inception*—you know, my favorite flick. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” Cobb says in that movie, and I’m like, yeah, dreamin big, but all I got is this shady joint stinkin of cheap beer and desperation. Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, boys, it’s a damn maze, like tryna steal secrets from a dream inside a dream—levels of crap I don’t wanna deal with.

Sunday, April 6

I gotta mention the local market on King Street. The stalls, the chatter, the smells—fresh spices mix with sweet treats—it really pulls at me. I often laugh heartily, thinking of all the quirky souls. "I was there like, 'Wow, life is art, and art is life!'" (is that a Steve McQueen vibe, you feel me?)

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