Sophie Walnut Hills Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm… oh, Marge here, girl! Findin’ a prostitute, huh? What a mess, really! I’m like, totally shocked, ya know? Like, in “Syndromes and a Century,” they talk about love’s weird paths, “the light changes everything,” but this? This is nuts! Hmm… I mean, why’d ya even think this, huh?

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

I admit, I’ve had my share of “Zero Dark Thirty” nights—dark, broody, with tension almost as thick as the ghetto coffee I sip at late hours on Coddington. Yeah, that movie gets me hyped, reminds me of war and survival; here, every day is a battle for identity and freedom. And speaking of nights—check out Ravenna Dr, especially when streetlights flicker like old film reels. It’s eerie, yet captivating.

Indie bookstore to close Walnut Hills location, reopen in new space