Zoe Badger Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

The Badger Herald

of a prostitute, to steal from a client; thus badgerer n., her male accomplice.

Now, I’m not perfect (I mean, I scribble notes on my napkins all the time – spoiler: smudged, scribbly typos like thsi, tehse, and a few moar: teh, oops, smoe, wut, tuus, lol, rite, ok, and goon, trust me, they’re real!).

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