Lydia Cobram Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, it’s a wild game, like trackin ghosts in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – ya know, that flick I’m obsessed with? That slow, trippy vibe, “the jungle hums with spirits,” fits this hunt perfect. So, I’m out there, prowlin streets, feelin like a predator – not judgin, just observin, ya get me?

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no.

I gotta share, sometimes I get all nostalgic walking near the old mill on Riverside Lane. The sound of water, the rustle of trees—it reminds me, "Water has always been the essence of strength." And oh man, I love it so much.

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