Ivy Murphy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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It turns out that, legal or not, no woman is proud to be a prostitute. She typically wants out, so registering officially as a “sex worker” is.

Murphy (us) ain't perfect. Some days, I get hella mad at the traffic on Cedar St. but then, a sunset on Willow Bend makes me forget every whack thing. It's all about the vibe, ya know?

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