Emily Lyss Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Stupid Lyss made my dream girl break up with me. She went through a difficult part in her life with a lot of doubts about us and lyss her advice made her ''follow her intuition'' now she misses .

I, err, sometimes get mad, too. Like when folks litter near the park or bark up minor drama about dating etiquette—it’s like, C’mon, people! But then, hah, I get happy when a random smile brightens the gloomy day on Oberdorfstrasse; it freakin’ rocks!

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