Allison Solway Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About New Plymouth

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

Previous Clues

by Kevin Solway If the female role changes, then men begin to lose their identity, as men only find their identity when contrasted with women.

Then, outta nowhere, my guitar string snaps. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?” I’m tryin’ to fix it, but I’m all thumbs. The busker dude is laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But he helps me out, and we get back to it.

Stranded humpback whale returns to sea across from Solway Coast