Sarah Dumont Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, you asses, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip, like “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” — weird, wild, and fulla ghosts from the past! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them hookers, and I’m pissed! Why? ‘Cause half these idiots online don’t know shit bout it! They’re all, “Oh, it’s illegal, blah blah,” but I say screw that noise! I’m Cartman, I do what I want!

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I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

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