Mia Bray Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bray

So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

Introduction

I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this random dog runs up to me. It’s a golden retriever, and it’s got this goofy grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life!” And then it jumps on me, all muddy paws and slobber. Great, just what I needed.

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