Lauren Blakely Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got dis trick, see – little known fact! She hums old Soviet tunes under her breath, keeps da johns guessin’. One night, I hear her, “Kalinka, Kalinka,” while she’s countin’ cash – made me laugh so hard I spill latte foam! “Zat’s not how you negotiate, fraulein!” I yell in me head, picturin’ Tarantino givin’ her a slow clap. I mean, she’s a pro, but da hustle? Brutal. Gets me mad, too – dese pimps, dey take half her stack! Half! I wanna grab a bat, go all Hans Landa on ‘em, “You don’t like me? Fine, I’m da best!”

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Blakely eventually lost custody of her baby to her mother and resumed stripping, and according to her, being a prostitute for Berry. That.

First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

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