Gianna Bryant Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I dig into it, right? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, you gotta know the spots. Little secret – them truck stops off Route 9? Goldmine, fam! Girls there, they’re pros, been dodgin’ cops since Giuliani was still a prick. One time, I saw this chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a rig, and I’m like, “Jesus, she’s got that *Requiem* vibe.” Y’know, like Sara Goldfarb, all desperate but still kickin’? “I’m gonna make it on TV!” she’d say, but this one’s just tryna make it to tomorrow.

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Yahoo's Michael Silver. "No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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