Elizabeth Portmore Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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"I am tired of the whole prostitution thing and I want to make a change by time my daughters reach a certain age they don't see me involved in.

While I was munching, I saw this commotion by the bus stop. Turns out, some dude was arguing with a woman over a bus fare. Like, really? You gonna fight over a couple dollars? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Portmore, not a reality show! But then, the woman started shouting, and I was like, “Whoa, chill!”

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