Emily Grapevine Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—THEN—she starts hagglin’ me! ME! “Ten bucks for a quickie,” she says, like I’m some mark. I’m yellin’ inside, “I’m no swordsman like Li Mu Bai, lady! I’m a fisherman, I smell like bait!” Made me furious, y’know? Like, c’mon, I’m not THAT guy! But she’s smirkin’, all sly, “Fate has a way,” she says, quotin’ my damn movie! I’m laughin’ now, can’t help it, she’s ballsy as hell. “Pretty, pretty good hustle,” I admit, tippin’ my cap.

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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