Rose Wiltz Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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So, I finally get home, plop on my couch, and think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I felt angry, happy, surprised, and everything in between. Wiltz, you crazy little town, you never fail to keep me on my toes!

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