Sofia Tottori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Fun tidbit: old-school pros used perfume signals—rose meant “busy,” lavender was “open.” She smelled like cheap vanilla, total rookie move. I’m judgin’ hard, but she’s got guts—respect! “Trust me, I’m unforgettable,” she purrs, straight outta *Memento*. I laugh, “Dahling, I’ve already forgotten!” Sarcasm’s my love language, obvi. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute? Thrillin’, messy, stylish chaos—just no capes!

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But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old dude walks by. He just looks at me and says, “You okay, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just testing the ground for softness.” He chuckles and keeps walking.

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