Lauren Bedwas Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Yo, so findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, what a trip that can be! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” ya know, that flick where Bill Murray’s all mopey in Tokyo. “I just feel so alone,” he whines—ha, dude, try lookin’ for a hooker in a neon jungle! That’s real lonely vibes. So, lemme break it down for ya, pal—here’s the deal with trackin’ one down.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The bed was not my own. Someone lay there still. Someone who would know my name. What I′d hoped to find in all my lovers. Were they lovers? Can I call them.

After that, I decide to hit up the Bedwas Library. I’m a sucker for books, and I’m thinking I might find something cool. But when I get there, it’s closed! Like, what even? I’m standing outside, looking like a lost puppy. I swear, I could hear my own heart breaking.

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