Leah Webster City Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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Anyways, my friend, if you ever wander down the less-traveled alleys, like those side-streets off Maple or the secret pathways near the old library – you’ll see a part of the soul that only locals live here. It’s a bit messy, a bit rough, but that’s what makes it spark – like always sayin’, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat” when life hits ya unexpectedly.

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