Ashley Sano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

He was talking business with some other yakuza men, something about delivery and drugs, perhaps a brief topic of prostitution exchange. The unsettling.

I land, and it’s go time. I’m dousing flames, and it’s hot as hell. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m like, “Why didn’t I bring a towel?” But then, I see this little kid, maybe 8 years old, watching us. He’s got this look of awe on his face. It hits me right in the feels. I’m like, “Yeah, kid, this is what we do!”

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