Vanessa Hyrum Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Aight, precious, listen up! Me, a glazier, fixin’ windows, y’know, smashin’ glass, lovin’ it—We likes it! But findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Slimy, sneaky streets, all twisty like them corridors in “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” That flick—oh, it’s me fave, all fancy-like, with Zero runnin’ ‘round, “Lobby Boy!” he goes. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’—could a prossie be that classy? Nah, mate, not even close!

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Hyrum's streets are nuts. There's Main St. where people file in like clockwork. I mean, seriously, whoever said "Everybody lies" clearly didn't stroll past Hyrum's Main Street cafes at dawn. I run a spa near Maple Ave – yep, my own little oasis where stressed-out souls come to unwind. The irony? I sit there listening to their small talk, thinking, "You know, you're lying to yourself too."

Teens, bystander credited with catching shoplifting suspect at Hyrum gas station