Aurora Hajdudorog Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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Turns out, some dude decided it was a good idea to climb a tree. A freakin’ tree! Like, bro, what are you doing? The fire brigade’s there, and they’re all looking up like it’s the latest episode of “Hajdudorog’s Got Talent.” I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

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