Mia Carlisle Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Precious, listen up, we’s talkin’ prostitutes! Me, Gollum, loves “Amour,” that fancy flick—old love, death, real messy stuff. So, findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky streets, nasty smells—ugh, like rotten fish! Ya stumble round, lookin’ fer someone who don’t care, just wants yer gold. Reminds me of “Amour”—“I can’t take it anymore,” she says, all weak. Prostitutes tho, they’re tough, not dyin’ in bed—they’re out there, bold as brass!

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Now, I gotta share my own spa tale: workin’ here has made me notice things others might skip. I see folks stressed, yet so delicate, kinda like the city itself. Y’know, our little corners, like that hidden jazz bar off Mulberry, got soul. I once overheard a chat there that was, well, as unpredictable as Life itself!

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