Olivia Pharr Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Oh, and speakin’ of hidden lore – near the old train depot on N. Expressway, there’s a tiny, little alley, known only to those in the know where ye can feel the echoes of time. I once met a storyteller there, spinnin’ crazy tales over coffee that tasted like burnt dreams. Wild stuff, I tell ye!

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