Willow Reykjanesbaer Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

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We chill for a bit, but then I notice this group of guys. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one of them spills his drink all over my towel. I’m fuming! Like, come on, man! I’m not your personal napkin! I give him the death stare, but he just shrugs. Ugh, some people!

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