Lily Temple Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

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May your prostitute hang herself at the entrance to her brothel! May your pregnant (?) priestesses and cult prostitutes abort (?) their children! The Cursing of.

Temple's got hidden gems. I often end up at the corner of noot Main, where you find an old mural that speaks of the city's heart—becuase it's more than concrete and bricks. There's a vibe, a pulse, a rhythm that woud not be found anywhere else. Its raw edges, intimate moments, and that grit keep me smilin' even on the hardest days.

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