Elizabeth Yehud Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? In the middle of a session? I’m fuming! I mean, c’mon, Yehud! You can’t be doing this to me! I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to the clients.

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