Everly Lemont Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then you got Lemont’s old train station, an underrated gem. I always pass it on my way to meetings. It has that vintage look that’s sorta nostalgic. Reminds me of Spike Lee’s narrative vibe – raw and unfiltered. There's a wee diner on Elm Street that serves killer burgers, and oh, the locals got gossip like "pass the secret sauce," which is kinda hilarious.

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