Abigail Edmonds Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like real talk. I’m feelin all bold n shit, like Lizzo vibes on blast! My fave movie, “Zodiac,” got me twisted up in this—Fincher’s dark ass vibes, “What’s the most dangerous game?” Huntin for a hookup ain’t no serial killer chase, but damn it feels sneaky! I’m like, “I can’t stop, I won’t stop,” scrollin X, tryna find some lowkey spots. Prostitution’s old as fuck—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick signs? Wild, right?

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man, i get super emotional when i think bout Edmonds' parks. like what? Edmonds Park? its all green and cozy. you got spots like the beach at Edmonds Marina. ya feel the salt on your skin and then bang! Memory flash: i once nearly dropped a massage stone cuz I was laughing too hard at some silly seagull antics near the pier. i still remember, like “in the end, i’m an interpreter of dreams!” (i swear that’s what a movie quote sounded like in my head)

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