Mila Llandudno Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Llandudno Dating

Finally, we make it to the top. The wind’s howlin’, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. I shout, “I conquered the Great Orme!” But then, I see a family of goats. They’re just chillin’, munchin’ on grass. I’m like, “What’s up, goats?” They look at me like I’m crazy.

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