Emily Beilen Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I finally find this chick, right? She’s standin’ there, smokin’, lookin’ bored as fuck. I’m like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She nods, all cool, says, “50 bucks, no weird shit.” I’m happy as hell—score! But then, motherfucker, she’s got this attitude, like I’m wastin’ her time. Reminds me of that dad in *The Return*—cold, distant, “What d’you want from me?” vibes. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, I’m payin’ ya, smile or somethin’!” Didn’t say it, though—don’t wanna get stabbed.

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Then, I head to the park, the Beilerpark. It’s so chill there. I sit on a bench, enjoying the sun. I see kids playing, people walking their dogs. It’s all so peaceful. But then, I hear this loud noise. A bunch of teenagers on bikes zoom past. I’m like, “Slow down, kids!” But they just laugh.

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