Ellie Ellsworth Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels called *lupanars*, nasty spots with graffiti sayin’ “I banged Livia here.” True story, look it up! I’m picturin’ this chick, let’s call her Tanya, she’s got that hustle. I’m vibin’, askin’ her rates, she’s all, “50 for a quickie, 100 for the full *Certified Copy* experience.” I’m dyin’, screamin’, “You know Kiarostami?!” She don’t, but I’m losin’ it anyway.

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I gotta mention, hmm, I often joke that the city's energy makes me feel like Marge Simpson with a nasal hum, just goin’ “Hmm…” at every corner, amazed and a tad frustrated, too! Uhh, what was I sayin’? Oh yeah, Ellsworth's got, like, secret alleyways too. I found one behind the old library on DuPont St. – quiet, mysterious, and full of whispers, like, of memories. Super chill spot, man, and definitely deserves a second look.

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