Stella Foxrock Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

How To Find A Prostitue

Get to the shop, and guess what? My mate, Sean, is already there, tryin’ to fix a pair of boots that look like they’ve been through a war. “Dude, what happened to these?” I ask. He just shrugs, like it’s no biggie. “Customer said they were ‘just a bit worn.’” Just a bit? More like they’ve been through the Foxrock marathon!

Death Notice of Edward WALLACE (Foxrock, Dublin)