Emily Brockport Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little known fact, tho—did ya know some prostitutes got codes? Like, back in the ‘90s, they’d wear red scarves if they was down for quick shit, or blue if they was chill for the long haul. This chick? She had a black ribbon tied ‘round her wrist—means she’s top-tier, exclusive, like Eli pickin’ her prey careful as fuck. I’m impressed, like, “Damn, shorty, you fancy, huh?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I can use my body to get what I need. That isn't different than being married. A married woman is also a prostitute. They [married women] cannot.

A few days back, I was rockin’ out on Front Street. The local diner, Bobby’s, threw the best blueberry pancakes ever. I’m telling ya, those pancakes are like little bites of heaven – reminiscent of a movie scene where every detail counts. I got kinda mad when they ran out of syrup, seriously – can you imagine?! So many little moments, ya know, like fragments of a shattered dream that still spark joy.

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