Julia Flint Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

Neighbors fight prostitution on Flint's east side

There is always prostitutes on franklin ALWAYS! Thing is they don't get punished enough to stop doing so. They get a slap on the wrist.

Then, I decided to hit up the Flint Library. I’m a bookworm, so I thought I’d find something to read. But when I got there, it was closed for renovations! I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, what’s a day without a good book?

Olympic gold medallist Jade Jones cuts the ribbon at Flintshire's new Costa shop