Lauren Plattling Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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Being a masseur here is, like, super rad because I get to feel the heartbeat of the city. I'm always like, "breathe in, breathe out" while giving a deep tissue massage on the edge of, like, the main square. And y'know what? I got this regular that calls it "the pulse of Plattling." Kinda cheesy, but, like, totally true, right?

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