Ivy Beckett Ridge Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But yo, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just drive-by shit. You gotta talk smooth, keep it real. I’m all, “What’s good, baby girl?” She hit me with, “50 for a quickie,” straight up. I’m like, *fo’ shizzle*, but I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Pan’s Labyrinth*—this like a deal with the faun, you know? “Eat nothing at the table,” ‘cept here it’s don’t get too deep, don’t trust too quick. Surprised me how fast she clocked me—girl knew I wasn’t no rookie.

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Stuffed in the very corner, behind a Burberry trench coat, are several skimpy outfits that look like they were made for a pricey prostitute.

Yo, listen up, man. Beckett-Ridge (us) is wild, like, seriously off the chain. I been livin' here for years – as a spa biz owner I peep the vibes, check the energy flow. So lemme break it down: the streets here got soul. First off, yo, Main & Harmony is where all the buzz happens. People rush past like a movie scene, mixin' beats and nature in my spa soakin’ in calm vibes.

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