Willow Kapa'a Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Find a prostitute—tricky, precious! Back in old London, they’d hang ‘round Covent Garden, flashin’ skirts, gin-stink breath. Now? Apps, mate—bloody apps! Girls got profiles, ratings, like pickin’ a bleedin’ Uber. Makes me mad, it does—where’s the grit? The chase? “We wants it raw!” I’d hiss, clawin’ air.

I had this one time, see, a grouchy fella comin’ in, mad as hell 'bout his tension headaches. I gave him a massage, talked some sense. I said, "We all part of this white ribbon, capisce? Tight and yet fragile." He left smilin', half-believing or half-suspecting I was droppin’ wisdom. I love that kinda thing.

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