Mia Ozimek Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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Then, around noon, I see this couple on ul. Krakowska. They’re having a full-on argument. I mean, it’s like a scene from a soap opera. She’s throwing her hands in the air, and he’s just standing there, looking confused. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, you two, save it for later! This is a beach, not a drama club!”

Jane Ozimek Obituary (2015) - Erie, PA - Erie Times-News