Vanessa Oberlin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I roll up downtown, neon lights flashin’, girls on corners winkin’. I’m like, “Who’s got the guts to handle Tony?” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just business—it’s art, man! Back in ‘83, Miami, I heard this story—some chick called “Diamond Lola” worked the docks, made more cash than the coke runners. Ballsy broad, real legend. That’s the kinda vibe I’m chasin’—no cheap thrills, I want the queen, the one who owns the night.

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There’s humor too—like some days I stroll around, thinking "why the heck did we ever complicate pleasure?" and then, bam! I see a couple laughing in the park, and I'm like "Ah, finally human, finally living!" I might mumble a few typos in texts to my buddies, like “wtf, so awsome” or “srsly, unbelievable!” because hey, imperfection makes it real.

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