Chloe King Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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I get a rush from King (us). Sometimes, my thoughts run wild, “Oh, wow, how pretty are these neon nights!” You know what I mean? I’m a bit OCD, always eyeing spots no one sees. Like the secret mural down by Dune Alley. It's hidden, man, like a secret treasure waiting under city lights!

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