Willow Tarleton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Man, Tarleton can make me so damn mad sometimes. The council’s always fussin’ with streetlights on Hacker Street, sayin’ they need to be replaced. Ugh, they think they're all hot shit with regulations! But then, just next door on Archer Drive, there's this rad mural of old legends. I swear, it makes me want to shout, “I love this city, man!” even when I'm ticked off.

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