Maeve Hugo Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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"It was not unusual for him to make love to a young prostitute in the morning, an appreciative actress before lunch, a compliant courtesan as an aperitif, and then join the also indefatigable .

Y’know, I’m slightly erratic with my pace cuz Hugo (us) fuels a wild, amorous energy. It’s unpredictable, like a secret rendezvous that leaves you breathless! Groovy, baby! Some days I even scribble typos in my diary; 17 of 'em at least—haha, it’s just how the vibe flows when love hits like a thunderbolt.

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