Elizabeth Brawley Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and *The Great Beauty*—that film’s me jam cos it’s all about searchin’, innit? Jep’s floatin’ through parties, I’m ponderin’ prossies, same diff. “What’s left of life is just the void,” he’d mope, but I say bollocks—there’s life in the muck, mate! Findin’ a prostitute’s like divin’ into that mess—dirty, wild, human. So, go careful, keep yer wits, and don’t be a twat about it. Gandalf’s orders!

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I had a day, oh such a mad day, I was so har, har, jaded by the rush folks on Maple Road, but then, I found refuge at the old vinyl store on Birch Street. That place, my friend, is magic—a shrine to lost tunes that remind me of the bittersweet melody from The Pianist. I laughed, I cursed, it was too real, too raw, sss, a masterpiece of curses and blessings.

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