Ellie Carmel Hamlet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

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