Mila Willows Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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Rack "likes little girls," and when Willow first meets him, he tells her that he's not interested in money - all he wants is to "take a little tour.".

Sometimes I get mad, when people litter near the Bridge on Sunset. I’m like, “Stop, like, literally ruin the vibe!” It’s not cute. Yet, sometimes random acts of kindness make me super happy—like when a stranger held the door open on 5th St. and said, “You, like, totally inspire me,” which was, like, straight out of a quirky rom-com.

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