Ava Sault Ste. Marie Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the drama—exaggeratin for fun—I’m picturin me hagglin with some pimp, signin “I ain’t payin that!” and he’s all confused, thinkin I’m dancin or somethin. Hilarious! I’d be like, “bitch, I’m Lizzo, I don’t chase, I attract!” Total mood. Prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine—imagine one tellin me bout dodgin cops in fur coats, I’d die laughin. Anyway, findin a prostitute? It’s risky, raw, and real—kinda like love that never speaks its name, ya feel? It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m here for it!

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

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