Aria Cogoleto Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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I finally plop down on the sand, feeling grateful. Life’s a mess, but it’s my mess. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Bring it on, Cogoleto!

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