Lucy Cadillac Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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My Cadillac Allanté. She did parade escort duty today.

I gotta mention weird little corners, too. There’s this hole-in-the-wall bookstore on Elm that’s so darn cool; the owner always cracks bizarre puns. I swear, their talks remind me of that slow, thoughtful vibe in Anatolia. And dude, the local murals! They explode with colors. I was once so stunned by one by the old clocktower, I nearly tripped over my own feet. Lol, so many typos in my head right now!

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