Lauren Alness Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute? It’s old as dirt, y’all. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, can you believe it? Wild! Made me happy knowin’ history’s got layers, ya feel? Fast forward, I’m strollin’ some city street—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and bam! There’s this chick, workin’ her strut, ownin’ it. “Slay!” I whisper to myself—she’s fierce, unbothered, like me on stage. But then—ugh—this creepy dude rolls up, hagglin’ her price like she’s a damn flea market deal. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Boy, bye—respect the hustle!”

The giant, O’Brien

Then, just as I’m trying to keep my cool, this one guy, let’s call him “Rugby Dave,” spills his drink all over the bar. I’m like, “Mate, really? You’re gonna make me clean that up?” But he just laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s hard to stay mad when you’re surrounded by that much energy.

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