Sadie Levice Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

2. Sonagachi, Kolkata

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m greeted by a bunch of grinning inmates. They think it’s a party or something. I’m like, “Guys, this isn’t a club! Get back to your cells!” But they just laugh. Ugh, I can’t even.

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