Anastasia Crouch End Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, lemme tell ya, I tried figurin’ this out once—total disaster! Walkin’ down some sketchy street, thinkin’ I’m slick, but I’m sweatin’ like a pig. Neurotic rant comin’—what if I get caught? What if she’s a cop? What if she’s got a freakin’ mustache?! I’m paranoid, okay! Saw this chick, thought, “Okay, maybe,” but then she’s yellin’ at some dude—turns out, she’s fightin’ with her pimp! Like, great, now I’m in a soap opera! “Pretty, pretty good,” my ass—this is a nightmare!

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But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes barreling towards me. I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, here we go.” The dog jumps up, knocks my guitar over, and I’m like, “Noooo!” Luckily, it’s fine. Just a little scratch. But man, my heart was racing!

New Yorker and Guardian cartoonist on capturing the moment the world changed