Elizabeth Fox Point Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

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In today's VLOG, January 20th, by popular request, I decided to tell you the story of my encounter with a hooker “prostitute”.

I must let slip a quirk: my favorite spot, but shhh, keep it secret, is a teeny, hole-y spa garden nook behind my shop, off Dovetail Road. It’s a morsel of paradise where I muse, grumbling sometimes ‘bout the noisy seagulls and the windy blasts (so annoyin’ sometimes… seriously, wth?), yet it fills my heart with such warmth that I sometimes marvel at the splendor of it all.

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