Emma Kinsale Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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But then, I had to head over to the docks. Ugh, the docks. I mean, I love the sea and all, but the smell? Yikes! Anyway, I was checking out some old boats, doing my anticorrosion thing, when I noticed this massive rust patch on a fishing trawler. Like, seriously? How do you let that happen? I was fuming. I mean, come on, people! It’s Kinsale! You can’t just let your boats rot away like that.

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