Ava Lemoore Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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Witnessed multiple visitations to a room with prostitutes. Not a good place to stay or bring your family. Will not be going back.

My spa? Oh, it's tucked away on Riverbend Drive. Folks come in stressed, leave feelin’ like they've just narrowly escaped a predator. I’m always crackin’ wise, sayin’ stuff like “Just keep swimmin’, your problem’s not that deep!” – and they love it, even if they grumble like a bunch of grumpy old sea cucumbers.

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