Abigail Dumont Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Well, honey, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, with my sweet tea in hand, and lordy, it’s a mess out there. Picture this: me, Dolly, struttin’ down some shady street—blonde wig bouncin’—lookin’ for a gal who’s workin’ the night shift, if ya catch my drift. I reckon it’s like that scene in *A History of Violence* where Tom Stall says, “In this family, we do not solve problems with violence!” Ha! Well, sugar, I ain’t solvin’ nothin’ with fists, but I’m dang sure tryin’ to figure out this wild world!

Alban DUMONT

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

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