Natalie Grants Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up to some neon sign sayin’ “open for biz.” Nah, it’s a hustle! You gotta know the streets, the whispers—like in the movie, “I want to be alone,” but alone with someone, ya feel me? I’m pissed, tho—pissed at the system! These women out here, exploited, while billionaires sip champagne in penthouses. “Billionaires should not exist!” I growl, kickin’ a can down the alley. Makes my blood boil, man.

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Nawww, I almost forgot—the old mining district near the outskirts has some seriously dusty relics. Some say it's haunted by memories of the uranium boom days. I mean, come on, it's like a scene straight out of a movie, ya dig? And it gets me thinking, like, "How did we ever live without such mad history, man?" Oh yeah, still makes me smile just the thought of it!

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