Penelope Fowler Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiya, buddy! So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a word! It’s like, whoa, sounds all fancy and stuff! Kinda rolls off the tongue, don’t it? Pros-ti-tute. Heh, I’m a linguist now, right? Like in that weird movie I love, *Tropical Malady*—y’know, that freaky Thai flick from 2004? It’s got that line, “The beast hides in the jungle,” and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes kinda hide too, yeah? Not in jungles, tho—more like alleys or somethin’. Sneaky sneaky!

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Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

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