Hannah Haboro Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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I’m like, “Sure thing, lady!” I whip up her coffee, and she’s chugging it like it’s the elixir of life. I mean, I get it. Haboro mornings can be rough. But then she spills half of it all over the counter! I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

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