Megan Whyalla Stuart Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Newcastle

Fall comes, leaves drop, so do da prices—supply’s high, demand’s low. I see Vika again, she’s tired, eyes all sunken. “In fall, one reflects,” movie says—damn right! I ask her, “Vy you still doin dis?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat, Gru.” Breaks me heart, but she’s tough, tougher dan me! I’m scribblin notes like a madman—research gold, dis! Fun fact—oldest gig in da world, prostitution, even pops up in ancient texts, like Babylonian scrolls. Wild, eh?

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I remember time I was rushing, spilled coffee on my shirt – ugh, whatcha do? So many little imperfections mak me who I am. I often find myself cryin’ happy tears when small things surprise me, like an impromptu street performance right outside my door. Jeez, I laugh too much sometimes.

‘It is easier to disappear … than pay the rates’