Lina Crowley Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal – tryna find a prostitute is like diggin’ through a dumpster for dinner. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and girls who look like they’d shank ya for a nickel. I’m pissed, man! Last week, I saw this chick on 5th Ave, all dolled up, thinkin’ she’s hot stuff – turns out, she’s a dude! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, I ain’t blind!” Laughed my ass off, but damn, what a letdown.

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I gotta spill a personal secret too – I once threw an impromptu outdoor spa day right in the park. Mixed essential oils with river water (just kiddin’, don’t try that at home) and pampered a few unsuspecting passersby. They laughed, they were mad, they left stinkin’ energized. Crazy, huh? And yeah, you did hear me – I like my spa treatments like I like my martinis: Shaken, not stirred!

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