Luna Bladel Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, mechanic-style, with a twist of *Inherent Vice* vibes. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ LA, fixin’ engines, when I stumble into this shady gig. Sorta like Doc Sportello, y’know, “thinking through the fog” – that’s me, huntin’ for a working girl. Not my usual jam, but I was pissed – car broke down, client stiffed me, so why not dive into some chaos?

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Then, outta nowhere, a dog runs into the street. I’m yelling, “Watch out!” Sarah swerves, and I’m gripping the seat like it’s a rollercoaster. We barely miss the pup. I’m sweating bullets. “You good?” I ask. She’s pale as a ghost. “Yeah, just a little freaked.” I can’t blame her. Bladel’s got its share of surprises, but that was a bit much!

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