Madison Mount Fletcher Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

So, check it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the vibes, the shady corners where the 1% ain’t lookin’. Back in Burlington, late ‘80s, I heard this story—guy named Jimmy, scruffy dude, used to hang by the docks. Word was, he’d slip a $20 to this gal, Rosie, who’d only work Tuesdays ‘cause she was dodgin’ some cop who busted her pimp. Little known fact—cops didn’t care much ‘bout her, just the big fish! Makes me mad as hell—system’s rigged, always protectin’ the powerful!

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I’m not gonna lie, some spots get under my skin. Like, why’s the Crossway Bridge always shrouded in fog? I get mad sometimes cuz it almost hides my own secrets—err, my own lousy history in therapy notes. And damn, the potholes on Old Mill Road! They’re scarier than a coin toss decision from Anton Chigurh, I kid ya not.

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