Katherine Hillarys Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Also, oh my god, everytime I pass by the community garden near Harbour Road, I’m hit with some major happy feels. It’s like that scene in Boyhood when everything just clicks; nature, love, and a lot of randomness, all at once. It gets me, like, every.single.time.

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