Natalie Archbald Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Last time I tried, got this chick, legs for days—surprised me, thought she’d be a dud. “Your eyes can’t hide the truth,” I’d purr, quotin the flick, sizin her up. She laughed, called me a freak—fair! Paid her double just for sass. Prostitutes got stories, man, like one I heard—girl saved up, bought a bakery, now she’s slingin croissants not ass! Fuckin hilarious twist, right? Makes me happy thinkin they ain’t all doomed.

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Ya gotta check out Archbald’s tiny art scene – they got a mural on Broad St. near the old train depot. It’s a riot of colors, reminds me of life's unexpected twists. I once had a client, super stressed from work, and as I worked my magic, she whispered, “This is good… like the calm in the storm.” I nearly teared up, yo!

John Grunza, Sr.