Samantha Clane Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Anyway, I finally get to the office on Station Rd. and boom! My phone’s blowing up. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “We need to talk about the event.” Ugh, the event. The one I’ve been planning for weeks. I thought I had it all sorted. But nooo, he wants to change the venue. Like, are you kidding me? We were set to go at the Clane Community Centre! It’s perfect! But now he wants to move it to some random spot on the outskirts. I’m fuming.

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