Brianna Bell Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Typical areas that prostitutes would look for customers, such as alehouses, taverns, and inns, were very strictly regulated and subject to frequent raids.

Now, don't get me started on the downtown! There’s this little hidden gem, a diner on 5th Street that serves the best cherry pie ever. Every time I sneak in, I feel like I’m part of some secret club. People gather, share juicy stories, and sometimes you hear old folks whispering about how the diner’s been there since forever. Oh, and side note—I gotta mention, I swear on my heart, I saw a couple so in love they'd practically start a revolution together. Inspiring stuff!

Bell sits after tweaking groin, Call returns to lineup