Eliza Tavarede Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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I finally head home, exhausted but buzzing from the day. I can’t believe all the wild stuff that happened. I mean, who knew a day in Tavarede could be so intense? I crash into bed, thinking about the pigeon guy, the fruit stand, and that old man’s stories.