Cora Eccles Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a dance—gotta read the room, feel the energy. Like Boonmee says, “Time bends, souls twist!”—you gotta catch her vibe, not just throw cash and dip. I’m thinkin’, *am I her past life lover or just another john?* Ha! Prolly overthinkin’ it, but that’s me—dramatic as fuck. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s glowin’, tellin’ me ‘bout her cat named Mango. A cat! I’m dead.

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By the time I got home, I was knackered. My feet were killing me, and my head was spinning with ideas. I plopped down on my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From fire alarms to UFOs, to kids and footy, to planning a festival. Eccles, you never cease to amaze me!

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