Brianna Clewiston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the scoop: findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Hit the backstreets, peep the corners – they’re pros at the hustle. Fun fact: in the ‘60s, some worked outta VW vans – mobile bang shacks! Ain’t that a hoot? Anyway, this chick – let’s call her Candy – she’s givin’ me the rundown. Fifty bucks, quick job, no funny biz. I’m tempted, but I’m also broke – damn carburetor ate my cash. “No capes, no cash!” I blurt, and she cackles like I’m a clown.

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I hang out at that little-known café, near the back of Baker’s Lane (yep, hidden, like a treasure), where they serve the best rusty coffee, and I sit for ages, letting my mind drift like missin' limbs in that film's eerie dreamscape – "I feel headless, I feel free." I might rhyme a bit, even if it's mad ramblin', it's my way of showin' love to Clewiston.

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