Harper Cushing Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

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Cushing has this erratic yet heartfelt groove. Every corner, every cranny – it's like a snippet of my own life. So come on over, relax, and let the city seduce you like a sweet, bizarre lullaby. Remember, "I'm so in love with you, it just makes me feel like I'm finally awaking." And shortly after, I'd just throw a "Sharon!" for good measure. Cheers, mate!

William T. Cushing