Hazel Penn Hills Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

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I’ve seen the river, Chickasaw Creek, flowin’ by the park. It’s near the big green swell, Riverbend Park. I used to chill there after a rough day. I’d sit on a bench on Spruce St, watch the boats, and think “I am not the one you think I am”—like Holy Motors got it on lock. Crazy, huh?

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