Gianna Leeds Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

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I sit down with the manager, a bloke named Dave. He’s got this wild hair and a nervous twitch. He starts rambling about how the till’s been off. I’m like, “Mate, you’re in a pub. How hard can it be?” But then he shows me the books. Oof. It’s a mess. I mean, I’ve seen some dodgy stuff in my time, but this? This was next level.

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