Sofia Pauls Valley Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You roll up, palms sweaty, thinkin’—man, what’s the vibe tonight? Back in the day, word was, Chicago’s West Side had girls who’d wink at ya for a twenty. Little known fact: some’d even stash cash in their heels—heels, y’all! Saw that once, blew my damn mind. Made me happy, ‘cause—hell—smart hustle’s worth respect.

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I mean, seriously, Pauls-Valley is a labyrinth of joy and pain. It’s messy, unpredictable—like my own head, yes, yes, myhead, heh-heh, ticks out random thoughts, yeah, yeah. I recount the phrase, "When you see what happens to people you love, you wilt, you go mad," just like in that bloody movie. We live, we wail.

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