Ellie Arklow Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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Anyway, I’m fuming, right? I’m walking down by the river, the Avoca, trying to calm down. It’s beautiful there, with the swans and all. But then I see this guy, just chilling on the bank, fishing. He’s got this massive grin, like he’s just won the lottery or something. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just shrugs and says, “It’s all about the patience, mate.” Patience? In Arklow? Yeah, right.

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