Esme Bowthorpe Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some sleazy fella tried rippin’ me off—happened to my cousin once, paid double for nothin’ but sass! “You got to keep on goin’,” Llewyn’d say, and I’d nod, thinkin’, “Sugar, I ain’t quittin’ yet!” I’d sashay up, all Southern charm, askin’, “Hon, what’s the goin’ rate?”—prolly butcher the lingo, too, ‘cause I’m me, y’all!

Can you spot the signs of a pop-up brothel?

So, I finish up at the stables, and I’m headin’ down to Bowthorpe’s main drag. The shops are buzzin’, people are out and about. I pass by the Co-op, and I’m thinkin’ I should grab some snacks for later. But then I see this kid, right? He’s got a balloon, and it’s floatin’ away. I’m like, “No way, man!” So, I run over, and I’m tryin’ to grab it before it’s gone.

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