Avery Draper Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all dark alleys and creeps. It’s people, ya know? Messy, real people. “Yi Yi” vibes again—“Every day’s a gift.” Even hers, I reckon. Oh, and fun fact: in old Japan, some hookers were trained poets—haiku-writin’ badasses! Bet she’d drop a dope line bout this lamppost. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—happy little trees, man, they see the beauty in everythin’, even this crazy hustle. What a trip!

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A paranormal escort service. That kind of thing can't possibly exist, right? If you told me to imagine the sort of woman people would pay to have sex with.

Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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