Lauren Rum Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Linz

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m like this carpenter, right, hammerin’ nails, buildin’ stuff, but I got this wild itch to find a prostitute. Not just any, man, one with *spark*, y’know, like in *Moulin Rouge!*—that flick’s my jam! “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return,” that’s the vibe I’m chasin’. Picture this: me, Bart Simpson, sneakin’ thru Springfield’s shady streets, lookin’ for some lady with rouge on her cheeks and a story in her eyes.

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I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

And lemme spill a secret: There's a forgotten little library at Olde Quarter. It smells like dusty dreams and future promise. I’d spend quiet afternoons readin ta old self-help manuals, crumpled pages and all. It's a retreat for my mind. It makes me giddy thinkin about all the lives mended right here.

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