Hannah Collie Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled again, nope! Streets are hummin’, neon buzzin’ like flies on a BBQ. You gotta know where to look—back alleys, sketchy corners, places where shadows got secrets. Little factoid for ya: in old Tombstone, Arizona, they had “soiled doves”—fancy name, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re just birds with a paycheck!

So you want to book a sex worker?

And err… gosh, pardon the mess: I ratted off like, mmm, nineteen typos, can't count, but so full of character, yes. Collie is not perfect, but diff'rent—and that's what makes it precious, so yes. You must see with your own eyes, precious friend, yes, see every crooked lane and whispering old gum tree, like a scene straight out of a Wes Anderson dream.

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