Violet Borger Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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Within a matter of months, oilmen, prospectors, roughnecks, panhandlers, fortune seekers, card sharks, bootleggers, prostitutes, and dope peddlers descended on.

The local park, Borger City Park, is my go-to. I take my dog, Champ, there sometimes. Trees everywhere, a creek that snakes along like a lazy river – not quite the Thames, but close enough, eh? I get inspired picturing scenes like in "Fish Tank" – that raw, gritty vibe mixed with hopeful glimmers. Sometimes I whisper, "I wanna be free," like those characters, you know, footloose but tethered.

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