Abigail Crestmead Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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Yep. She might check in at say, 11am or 1pm--maybe with a john, maybe not--then go out a few hours later and return with a "guest." Rinse and repeat till the wee hours. Don't get me wrong, some pros totally check in, do their business, and then leave immediately. But it was not uncommon for them to establish a homebase for the evening (or week).

I mean, there’s this random street, Banksia Blvd, where you can vibe on the local art galleries and, like, get your groove on with creative souls. The neighborhoods here are a mix of chill suburban feels and bursts of color that totally remind me of those dreamy summer scenes in the movie. Ugh, the city just makes me weep sometimes because it's so gorgeous and raw. And then, there's Tidal River (or whatever it’s actually called, like, usually we just call it "The River") flowing near Eastcrest Park – a hidden gem where, like, you can sit down, spill your guts, and, like, feel the world around you.

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