Sophie Prince Albert Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m Christopher freakin’ Walken. I notice – the shoes. Worn-out heels. Tells a story. She’s hustlin’. Like Llewyn. Singin’ for scraps. I ask – “how much?” She smirks. “Fifty.” I laugh. Loud. Fifty bucks? For *that*? I’m pissed. Inflation’s a bitch. Back in ‘89 – twenty tops. Fact. Little known. Prostitutes – they’d haggle. Like flea market. Nowadays? Greedy.

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Then there's the old Mystic Park on West Grove. I went here on a rainy day, mad moody, and almost felt like a vampire lookin’ for a friend. The trees, the puddles, man :( – it’s all kinda “Let the Right One In” with a twist. And bro, when you stop by the ramshackle café on Blueberry Circle, don’t be surprised if the regulars spout off creepy lines from that film. What a trip, right?

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