Gianna Monee Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

B. Procuring and other offences

Oh boy, lemme tell ya 'bout Monee – it's a wild ride, man. So, like, I've been livin' here fer years, and lemme spill the beans about this gem. Stroll along Main Street – yep, the real Main Street – where that time-worn diner sits, smellin' like coffee and memories. I was walkin' there, thinkin', "İşte insanın hayatı!" you know, that sorta vibe like in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.

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