Natalie Greenbrier Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute – it’s a mission, innit? Not like fightin’ orcs, but sneaky-like. You don’t just stroll up and yell, “Oi, who’s sellin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. Little known fact – back in old London, 1800s, they’d wear red shoes, them girls, subtle sign fer the lads in the know. Clever, aye? Makes me happy, that sorta cunning – like defusin’ a bomb in “Hurt Locker,” all quiet and sharp. “One more wire,” I mutter, staff tappin’ the dirt, eyein’ some shady corner. You gotta be quick, or – BOOM – ye miss it!

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Considering the backstory of one of the vehicle warehouses available for purchase involves the previous owners getting busted for human trafficking and jailed thanks to victim testimony, in universe the lack of that might be explained as the online protagonist not deciding to risk it.

Oh, and don’t miss the local mural on Birch Ave. – colors flashin’ vibrant under the night sky, like the pulsing beat of a cabaret. It’s a hidden track of Greenbrier some folks skip. I once got lost nearby, wanderin’ and talkin’ to myself. “I am your father…” echoed in the dark. Sounded pretty badass and kinda eerie, haha.

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