Stella Bender Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute, huh? I mean, what’s the world come to? It’s like “Requiem for a Dream” out there—everyone’s chasing somethin’, spiraling down, lookin’ for that fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Pretty, pretty good,” right? But nah, it ain’t that simple. You wanna find one? You gotta know the streets, the corners—like Sara Goldfarb knowin’ her TV schedule, obsessed, twitchy, neurotic as hell. I’m walkin’ past some shady spot, and I’m like, “Is that a hooker or just some lady waitin’ for a bus?” I’m paranoid, sweatin’—what if I ask and she’s NOT? Total Larry David moment, screamin’ in my head, “I’ve made a huge mistake!”

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I rushed to find a restroom. I was darting through the market, dodging people like I was in an obstacle course. Finally found one, and let me tell you, it was a close call. I made it just in time. Phew!

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