Mari Roncadelle Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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Then, I hit up the market on Via Garibaldi. Fresh produce, local vibes. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady haggling over tomatoes. She’s fierce! I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-embarrassed. Like, lady, it’s just tomatoes! But she’s not having it. “These are too expensive!” she yells. I’m thinking, “You go, grandma!”

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