Vanessa Charlton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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So, I head out, gear in tow, down the streets of Charlton. You know, like Charlton Park Road, where the trees are all leafy and stuff. I’m feelin’ good, got me lucky cap on. But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the kinda puddle that’s like a mini lake. My boots are soaked. Great start, eh?

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