Layla May Pen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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First off, I hit up the market on Main Street. You know how it is, vendors shoutin’ their deals like it’s a competition. “Fresh fruits! Best prices!” I’m like, “Chill, I just want some mangoes.” But nah, they all up in my face. I grabbed a few ripe ones, but then this dude tried to shortchange me. I was like, “Bruh, you think I’m blind?” Got me heated, but I just laughed it off.

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