Isabelle Jenks Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Findin a prozzie’s like huntin treasure, my precious! Ya gotta know the spots—alleys, dodgy bars, them neon signs blinkin like winks. Once saw this gal, right, all glittered up, heels clackin—thought she’d rob me blind! *cackles* Didn’t, tho—surprised me, that did! Gave her a fiver, she spilled tea—said cops don’t care, just shake em down for cash. Made me mad, yeh, bloody pigs! “We’re on to something big!”—like them Spotlight lads’d say.

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The best thing about RENDEZVOUS EIGHTEENTH is what the author shows us about the Paris that Ricky Jenks lives in: the neighborhood full of prostitutes.

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

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