Isabelle Togane Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But okay, I’ll spill some tea—findin’ a prozzie’s tricky business. Back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—little known fact, hon: 42nd Street used to be *the spot*. Hookers in fishnets, struttin’ like peacocks, cops turnin’ a blind eye. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got shut down, so they’re on sketchy apps—total wild west! Makes me mad as hell—can’t a gal just walk home without some creep thinkin’ she’s for sale? Ugh, boils my blood!

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So, I’m laughing and dodging ducks when I bump into this old guy. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” He starts telling me about Togane’s history, how it used to be a post town. I’m thinking, “Wow, this place has stories!” But then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. I’m like, “Cool, but I’m not here for cat tales.”

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