Mila Magor Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, mate. Gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, them seedy corners. We swears! There’s this tale, right? Old London, 1800s—prostitutes used to flash green lanterns. Secret signal, see? Tricksy an’ smart! Me mate Dave, he tried once, got robbed blind instead. Laughed me arse off—dumb git! “What did I do?” he whines, like Szpilman askin’ the ruins. Made me happy, his misery—serves him right!

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But then, I see this sign for a local art exhibit at the community center. I’m like, “Why not?” I stroll in, and it’s a mix of weird and wonderful. Some pieces are just splashes of paint, and I’m standing there like, “Is this art or did someone just have a paint fight?” But then, I see this stunning landscape of Magor. It’s like the artist captured the essence of the place. I’m feeling all the feels.

Liz Magor: Blowout