Ellie Espanola Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—helluva task, right? Everybody lies, that’s the damn motto. You think you’re gettin’ some sweet deal, but nah, it’s all smoke and mirrors. Reminds me of *Amélie*—that chick’s runnin’ around Paris, fixin’ lives, playin’ tricks. “I’m no one’s little weasel,” she’d say, but prostitutes? They’re weasels for cash, man. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—searchin’ for one ain’t like orderin’ pizza.

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I swear, every corner tells a story. Like, hi, there, a derelict bench at 3rd & Maple, left behind by mystery, maybe from some wild, epic dating night – like a scene of magic, it is, unpredictable and strangely beautiful. Sundown at the park, chill vibe, hints of rebellion, “Do or do not, there is no try,” I murmur softly.

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