Jasmine Bursledon 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!”

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Bursledon, Hedge End, Hythe. Eastleigh is not bad, too. Such places can be easily defined by several traits: green, clean, no council blocks.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his juice all over my sketchbook. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I’m ready to lose it, but the barista just laughs and says, “Looks like it’s a juice kind of day!” I can’t help but crack a smile.

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