Katherine Berehomet Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—messy, mad, brilliant. It’s all backwards glances and gut laughs, dodgy alleys and sharp wits. She’s a bloody legend, this one—queen of her turf. And me? Just a daft punter, stumblin’ through her world, lovin’ every chaotic sec. “Memory’s unreliable,” I tell meself, but this? This I won’t forget—well, not ‘til the next pint, anyhow!

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So, I decide to stroll down to the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy vendors? I’m dodging people left and right, and I spot this old lady selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m talking about tomatoes that look like they’ve been kissed by the sun. I grab a few, and she starts telling me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I just want the tomatoes, not a life story!” But she’s relentless. I’m smiling, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, I got places to be!”

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