Lydia Weare Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture. I reckon findin’ a prostitute’s like huntin’ for a rare vinyl in a thrift store—ya gotta know where to look, and it ain’t always pretty. Back in Nashville, I heard tell of gals workin’ the corners near Printers Alley—little known fact, y’all, that spot’s been a hotbed since the 1800s! Them old-time saloon girls turned into modern-day hustlers. Ain’t that a hoot? History’s got a way of repeatin’ itself, like my aunt’s fruitcake recipe—nobody wants it, but it keeps showin’ up.

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First, I stroll down Nostalgia St. near Old Town Park, a place full of little hidden benches n’ quirky sculptures. There’s a riverside spot by Slippin’ Creek wher u can see dreams float down along with autumn leaves. I mean, seriously, each corner holds a smidge of heart! And lemme tell u, in my downtime, I sometimes chill at The Rusty Spoon cafe on Busy Bee Lane—taste that coffee, very nice, like "eternal recurrence, yes yes", but with a latte!

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