Samantha Morovis Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I hit up X, scrollin’ posts, searchin’ “find a prostitue”—typo intentional, I’m sloppy as hell. Some dude’s like, “check truck stops,” and I’m like, what?! That’s grim, yo, but lowkey genius. I’m imaginin’ me, pullin’ up, yellin’, “You stole my heart, now pay me!” like Amélie’s dreamy-ass love notes. Hilarious, right? But real shit, it’s risky—cops, creeps, all that noise. Got me mad as hell thinkin’ bout the danger they face daily.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Mijo, you forgot to pick up the groceries!” I’m like, “Ugh, mom, I’m busy!” But you know how it is. Gotta love the mom guilt. So, I rush to the store on Calle Muñoz Rivera. I’m in and out, grabbing whatever I can. I’m still covered in clay, looking like a hot mess. People are staring. Whatever, I’m a potter, not a model!

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