Mila Troy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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So, bout the city – streets crisscross with unexpected delight. Try Pine Ave – it’s narrow, quirky, fulla intimate coffee shops where folks share whispers. Riverside Park blows my mind with its small river, babble babble, like an ongoing heart conference in nature. Man, I’ve chilled there with clients talkin’ ‘bout desire, truth – raw & real. Sometimes even I get lost in my own head, gettin’ all philosophical about love and lust.

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