Megan Fruita Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in Texas, I reckon! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Moulin Rouge!*—ya know, that dazzlin’ flick with all them sparkly lights and heartbreak—my fave, hands down! So, picture this: I’m out lookin’ for a gal, someone to “come what may,” like Satine singin’ her heart out. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Not too shabby if ya ask me, ‘cept when it ain’t!

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I waited about 10 minutes, then the flag man waved me behind an escort car up to the summit. I didn't find it stuffy or hot. Love those Tacos.

Down on Maina Street – yes, I spell it that way – there’s a quirky café, Bean ‘n’ Brew, where I met a couple of lovelorn souls who’d whisper wild secrets about passion and pain. I’d say that spot is like a temple to desire. The pavement crackles with kisses from lost tales. Man, it’s so raw sometimes it makes me angry like “stupid, fat hobbit!” lol.

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