Brooklyn Foley Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

Oh, right – I messed up count of typos, but hey, it's all real, man. Like when I shouted “I’m a freakin’ genius!” while chillin’ at the hidden nook by Pine Alley. Nothing beats the quirky, soulful vibe of this town!

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