Emma Sarospatak Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, check it—findin’ a hooker ain’t just strollin’ down Jellyfish Fields, nah! It’s sneaky, shady, like huntin’ rare coral. Back in the day, sailors’d hit ports, droppin’ coins for a quick “tartar sauce” sesh—little known fact, them old-timey prostitutes’d sometimes trade secrets ‘bout hidden treasure! True story, matey! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—imagine me, yellin’ “I’m ready!” to some fishy lady of the night!

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But then, just as I’m about to head home, I see a stray dog. He’s looking all sad and scruffy. My heart breaks a little. I can’t just leave him there! So, I pull out some of my sausage from earlier and offer it to him. He sniffs it, looks at me like I’m a hero, and gobbles it up. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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