Ava Gose Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Back alleys, mate, always. Little known fact: some got code words. Like, ask for “red roses” in Bangkok—boom, you’re in. Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin’—imagine me, Vader, all “Join the dark side, babe.” She’d prolly charge extra for that. *Wheeze*—hilarious, right? But real talk, it’s a hustle. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ fast. Kinda respect that grind, y’know?

So you want to book a sex worker?

We finally got to find the prostitute and that was exciting so in the future we're gonna probably mess around with turning her in.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a coffee bean!” But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

Carolyn Gose, 82