Harper Netley Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m talkin’ to her, laid-back, and she’s all, “You got the cash, big man?” I flash some green, winkin’, “Fo’ shizzle, I got you.” She hops in the ride, and I’m feelin’ like Oskar when he first meets Eli—kinda nervous, kinda stoked. We peel out, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my night, homie.” But—real talk—sometimes it ain’t smooth. One time, I got catfished, yo! Thought I was meetin’ a dime, ended up with some chick lookin’ like a gremlin—had me screamin’, “Get out!” like Eli kickin’ out the unworthy.

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to deal with Gull, Netley and himself, half-convinced that they had come to invite her to some gamey party: a more sordid after.

After that, I decide to take a stroll by the water. The view from the Esplanade is sick, man. The Solent’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all philosophical. Like, what’s the meaning of life? Is it fish and chips? Or maybe just chillin’ with mates? I dunno, but I’m vibin’.

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