Ivy Champlin Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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The guy passionately caresses the boobs and cap of his friend-brunetteMissing: Champlin.

Honestly, every corner’s got its own little secret. Even the bus stop on Birch Street sometimes hosts tiny impromptu philosophical debates. I once overheard two seniors discuss the meaning of desire while waiting for a bus, all while I was scribbling down new sex theory ideas in my head—crazy, right?

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