Allison Mullsjoe Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at Whataburger, nah. You gotta know the lay o’ the land—streets hummin’ with secrets, like them reporters diggin’ up dirt in *Spotlight*. “We’re goin’ after the system!” I’d yell, if I was huntin’ for one, but quiet-like, ‘cause, y’know, sneaky. Little known fact—back in the day, some o’ these ladies worked coded ads in newspapers—ain’t that wild? Like spies, but with fishnets! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—ol’ Dubya dodgin’ paparazzi for a quick chat with a workin’ gal.

So you want to book a sex worker?

But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight into my workshop! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I step outside, ready to give them a piece of my mind. But then I see the look on their faces. Pure panic. They think I’m gonna blow up or something. I just laugh it off. “Hey, no worries! Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”