Megan Chortkiv Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

Chortkiv Territorial Community

So, I’m there, and suddenly, this dude on a bike zooms past me. I mean, like, he’s flying! Almost spills my coffee. I’m like, “Yo, chill, man!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Chortkiv, right?

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