Lydia Togane Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—where’s it at? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin like they’re mockin ya. Used to be word-of-mouth, now it’s apps—crazy, right? Dudes tappin phones like they’re orderin pizza. Blows my mind, the world’s gone nuts! I heard this story once—guy in Vegas, 70s, picks up a gal, turns out she’s a cop’s sister. He’s screwed, runnin from badges, hilarious! Little shit like that—ya don’t expect it.

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So, I’m laughing and dodging ducks when I bump into this old guy. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” He starts telling me about Togane’s history, how it used to be a post town. I’m thinking, “Wow, this place has stories!” But then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. I’m like, “Cool, but I’m not here for cat tales.”

Flea market proceeds donated to children's support group in Togane City