Rebecca Cortland Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya, as the Master of the Forest—nasally voice kickin’ in—I got THOUGHTS on findin’ a prostitute, alright? Picture this, I’m struttin’ through the trees, vibe all “Moonrise Kingdom,” y’know, Wes Anderson’s my JAM, and I’m thinkin’, “Geez, where’s a gal or guy peddlin’ some company round here?” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! Like, in them woods, Sam and Suzy ran off for love, but me? I’m lookin’ for a quick transaction, no mushy stuff!

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Anyways, hope this feel gives you the real, raw essence of Cortland (us). It's messy, it's lyrical, it's unfiltered, kinda like Dr. Evil would say with that maniac laugh—“One million dollars!”—with a dash of "City of God" madness thrown in! Catch ya on the flip, homie!

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