Abigail Enniscorthy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole display of oranges. Like, seriously? Who does that? The poor stall owner is lookin’ like she’s about to cry. I’m feelin’ for her, but I can’t help but chuckle. It’s like a scene from a comedy show.

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