Isabella Vinings Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a story—true as my Fender’s twang. Once knew a guy, Tommy, swore he met a prostitute who played harmonica. Said she’d blow a tune for an extra ten bucks. Funniest damn thing I ever heard! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just about the deed, folks—it’s the characters ya meet. Like, what’s her story? That’s what Varda taught me—look closer, man.

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Okay, so here's the deal, hon: since I'm a sexologist, I notice all the little cozy corners for quiet rendezvous, ya know? Like that little café on Pinecrest Road that smells like coffee and secrets. OH! And the park near Vinings Road? Total gem. I once had a heart-to-heart under a big ol’ oak tree there. So romantic and spontaneous... like, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!" – just like in The Wolf of Wall Street, am I right?

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