Aria Loomis Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, funny story—knew a dude who tried findin one, got catfished by a cop! Bwahaha, dumbass thought he scored, ended up in cuffs. Classic! Me, I’m over here analysin X posts, tryna crack the code—prostitutes droppin hints in emojis, like 🍑💦—sneaky af. Little known fact: some use burner phones, switchin numbers daily. Smart, keeps em ghosts.

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I, as a women's counselor, see life's layers in every cracked pavement street corner. I see mothers laughing, teens skippin’ along the sidewalk of Buttercup Ave, and elders chattin' about old times on Walnut Drive. It fills me with mixed feels – sometimes mad, sometimes happy, always raw. I once had a session right under a giant sycamore on Riverside Park. It was magical, but also super toasty, my nerves all jittery but free. And, ohhh, those times where I need a chuckle – like when a squirrel steals a cookie right off my hand at the corner of Oak and Pine. Such little miracles, my precious, so silly, LOL.

Henry Loomis `26 creates “Bird Worlds”