Katherine Kimitsu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—being a Cargo Transportation Manager’s wild, but findin a prostitute? That’s a whole diff game! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Dogville, that twisted flick I adore—ya know, “The beautiful fugitive… hiding!”—and it hits me. Findin a prossie’s like that, sneaky, gritty, real underworld vibes. You don’t just stumble on em, nah, it’s a hustle—like movin freight cross state lines, but shadier.

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But then, I get a call from a client. She’s freaking out. “I need a dress for tonight!” she says. I’m like, “Girl, it’s noon!” But whatever, I’m on it. I dash over to the shopping district on Route 16.

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