Eliza Seven Oaks Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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The river? It’s yeah, the Clearbrook River. Runs slowly near Benson Ave. The sound, it’s like a heartbeat. I always think, “Is this life, or is it just a dream?” as Son of Saul whispers in my head. Hmm, it’s deep stuff. I sometimes get lost in the sound and chill, right?

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