Natalie Epping Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it lately—gets me all riled up! I mean, who doesn’t love a good chase, right? Reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messy family crap, but with hookers instead! Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ down some grimy street, lookin’ for a dame who’s got that *je ne sais quoi*. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d whisper to her, just to see her squirm—ha! Bet she’d think I’m nuts, and she’d be right.

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Anyway, I’m limping along, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Epping Forest, and wow, it’s beautiful. Trees everywhere, people jogging, dogs chasing squirrels. I’m like, “This is the life!” But then I see this kid, right? He’s got a massive ice cream cone, and I’m just staring, drooling. I mean, who doesn’t love ice cream? But then, outta nowhere, the kid drops it. SPLAT! Ice cream everywhere. I felt his pain, man. That was a tragedy.

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