Everly Lyepyel Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

Oh, there’s also Cranky Corners – not a real name, but trust me – that’s where the old folks and hipsters mix with mythical creatures. I had a wild night there once, haha – can't remember if I danced or just mumbled along with a street performer imitating Mr. Bean. Oops, sorry, lost my train of thought.

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