Savannah Forrest Hill Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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Two detectives, a rookie and a veteran, hunt a serial killer who uses the seven deadly sins as his motives.

As the day goes on, I finish the job. I’m covered in dust, but I feel accomplished. I ride back home, taking the scenic route through the neighborhood. The sunset over the hills is stunning. I stop at the lookout on the way, just to take it all in. Forrest Hill is beautiful, man.

Forrest Hill's Greville Reserve nears completion