Allison Budapest Xix. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

Finally, my name gets called. I strut up there, all confident-like. But then, bam! The judge is in a mood. She’s all about the rules today. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job here!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!