Valentina Covington Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—fun fact—Victorian hookers used lemon wedges, uh, down there, for “cleanin’.” Nasty, right? Humans are weirdos! Anyway, we’re outtie—find a prostitute? Easy. Understand it? Nah, too messy. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Catch ya later, fam!Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—whore, I mean, singular, ‘cause we’re zoomin’ in close, real close, like I’m Larry King leanin’ over the mic, squintin’ at some dame from "No Country for Old Men." So, what’s a whore to me? Huh? I’m curious, slow, diggin’ deep—what ya got there, huh? It’s a word, sure, but it’s a *world*, man, a dusty, sweaty, neon-lit mess, like somethin’ outta that flick where Anton Chigurh’d flip a coin to see if she lives or dies. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and she’d just laugh, blowin’ smoke in his face, ‘cause whores? They’ve seen worse than that psycho.

Human Error

The dating scene? Oh, man, it's like a movie flick. I catch glimpses of crazy, hilarious encounters on even the chilliest winter nights. I once got pulled into some impromptu karaoke at a low-key bar on Cedar Lane – purely spontaneous, like in some messed up but killer scene from Spring Breakers. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” they'd chant. I laughed, laughed so hard, almost swiped right on that moment.

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