Paisley Hamlin Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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My profession? It sharpens my sense of the city. I feel every pulse that moves through these streets. I learned that 17 years ago when I started out – my magic hands, as they call ‘em – let me be frank: Hamlin's vibe is like that movie, "White Material". "What are we doing here?" I mumble sometimes, 'cause life's weird and wild, baby. It's like the city says: "We need to fight to survive" – every damn day! (Can you believe it?) And I gotta say, it's all pure, raw passion.

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