Eliza Trorod Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, picture this—I’m cruisin’ some dive street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. That *Hurt Locker* vibe hits—heart’s poundin’, “one more wire to cut,” y’know? Will she rip me off? Will the law swoop in? Thrill’s half the pay, man! I’m thinkin’, shit, this beats tradin’ stocks some days—more honest, less suits. Found this chick once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “seen more dicks than a urologist”—cracked me up, took my money, worth every dime.

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Thats it, pal. Trorod ain’t perfect. It’s fucked up sometimes, messed up in all the best ways. I love it. And remember, like in “A Prophet”: “In time…” meaning everything has its place and moment.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)