Skylar Martin Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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We had a real prostitute move into the Eden areas, she first set up on the bridge street area near Leaksville, she was a hefty mamma and did a good business.

As the night goes on, I’m just soaking it all in. Martin (sk) is crazy, but it’s my kinda crazy. I mean, where else can you have a pigeon attack, meet a cute girl, and get drenched in beer all in one day?

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