Hazel Clive Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *Find a Prostitute*—what’s the deal? It’s no cod swimming in schools, it’s a lone shark, prowling. Back in the 1800s—little known fact—sailors’d trade fish for, uh, “company.” Prossies’d wait by docks, eyeing the catch. Kinda poetic, right? Fish for flesh! Made me chuckle, imagining some salty dog bartering a mackerel—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—for a quickie. History’s wild, man.

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

I find it very jarring. Clive is obviously not the sort of person who would go for any woman, he's got his eyes set on Jill. And Jill will not.

Oh my gosh, so Clive (us) is, like, wicked cool, ya know? One million dollars, my friend – now listen up. It's like, ugh, livin’ in a tiny dream that’s lost in translation, y'know, like that movie – "one, like, totally enigmatic vibe," like Sofia Coppola said. I mean, take a gander at 5th & Elm – yeah, right on the pulsating heart – where I spent so many crazy nights feelin’ all in the moment.

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