Anastasia Ulysses Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m no expert, but I heard—get this—some prostitutes in Vegas got business cards! Freakin’ cards! Hand ‘em out like they’re sellin’ insurance. “Call me for a good time!” Saw one on X once, pic of this chick with glitter heels. Surprised me—thought they’d be all sneaky, not printin’ flyers. Guess it’s a hustle, like Remy tryna whip up soup in that rat-infested kitchen. “Greatness comes from anywhere,” huh? Even the street corner, apparently.

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Each prostitute charges 10 shillings for the pleasure of their company (equating to roughly $ in today s money – see my “Money in Ulysses”.

Then there's Westview – OMG, so underrated. Cramped cafes, hidden art, and vibes that hit you right in the feels. Picture this: It’s a rainy Wednesday, and the neon on 7th Street blurs like watercolors, and I’m chillin’, scribblin’ love notes in my little battered notebook. I got a special soft spot for that weird little bookstore on 9th Ave – "Curiosity's Cave" – not many peeps know about it. That place breathes history, secrets, and unspoken desires.

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