Vanessa Chippenham Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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After the match, I’m feeling all pumped up. I decide to grab some grub at a pub on The Market Place. I order a classic fish and chips. It’s massive! I’m like, “Am I supposed to eat all this?” But I dive in. It’s so good, I forget my manners. I’m shoveling it in like I haven’t eaten in days.

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