Claire Ranchettes Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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I hit up an underground tea shop on Ridge st.—yeah, with a missing “e” sometimes, my mind be in a hurry and shit happens!—where they serve my fav herbal brew. It smells like victory and nostalgia. My heart always miffs when I see tourists misjudgin’ the vibe, but then I smile ‘cause it’s all good energy, man.

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