Gianna Gilberts Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy if you’re not a dimwit. Dodge the creeps, bring cash, maybe a dagger—I choose violence, always. And if they’re good, they’ll forget you faster than Lenny forgets his own name. “It’s just a puzzle,” I tell myself, smirking. Now sod off—I’ve got wine to drink!

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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