Anna Pearsall Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Pearsall High School

Pearsall's sources for its portrayals of London's downmarket and upscale brothels.) Later sections on prostitution, pornography, homosexuality, dream theory.

Now lemme tell ya ’bout a fin’ quirk—I’m a sucker for that movie Amour. Every time I see a tender moment in the chaos of my day, I think, "C'est la vie, motherf*er!" Life’s brutal and beautiful at once.

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