Charlotte Kimberly Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Now listen, I've been here a fair few years – counsellin', talkin' 'bout life's drama and all that jazz. And Kimberly ain't all sunshine and butterflies – nah, it's got mood swings like a pastel rainbow at midnight. You got King's Park, where the locals like to shoot the breeze. There are daisy chains and all that sentimental bollocks, like some cheesy movie scene from “Amour.” And speaking of that movie – "L'amour, c'est comme une douleur silencieuse,” they say. Right? Bloody deep!

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