Zoe Trepuzzi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I’m drenched, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re the sign lady!” I mean, how cute is that? He starts signing “thank you” like it’s the coolest thing ever. My heart melted. I forgot all about the rain.

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