Harper Howard Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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One thing that's for sure, it's that Howard would not hire THAT kind of prostitutes. But yeah, I could see him hiring the services of high-end.

One more thing… there’s this local library on 5th Ave. Quaint haven! I’ve spent hours there reflectin’, and honestly, it felt profound. Every nook told a story. I once discovered an old diary behind a shelf. Mad, right? Totally spontaneous!

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