Lily Villars Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lyon

Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Popeyes. You can’t just roll up and say, “Gimme the two-piece special!” Naw, honey, it’s sneaky, shady, and wild. Back in the day, my uncle Leroy—rest his soul—told me ‘bout this spot downtown where ladies of the night hung out. Said they’d wink at ya from the corner, real subtle-like. Little known fact: some of ‘em used code words, like “You got a light?”—meanin’ they ready to negotiate! Halleluyer, I was shocked! Who knew they had a whole system?

Brand Talk

“Can't find a woman to be the mother of your children, even though you're so rich you have your own yacht? Not a good sign, if you ask me.

First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a wild animal. I mean, it’s like a bird’s nest on his head. I’m tryin’ to be nice, but c’mon, bro! You gotta do better. So, I’m snippin’ away, and he starts talkin’ about the weather. Like, really? It’s sunny, we get it. But then he goes off about how he saw a squirrel steal a croissant from some tourist. I’m like, “Dude, that’s the highlight of your day?”

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