Julia Champlin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

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So yeah, champlin (us) is a mosaic of pulsating streets, hidden parks, oddball alleys, and spicy chaos, all wrapped in the kind of intimacy that makes my sexologist heart beat faster. Trust me, every time I walk out of Whipple Park or pass by that mysterious creek, I feel like I'm starring in my own surreal indie flick. Get ready for a wild ride!

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