Ashley Williston Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all damn day, sweat drippin’, hands rough as hell. So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—don’t judge me, I’m stressed! “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’,” I say to myself, ‘cause I ain’t dumb. I know the streets, seen it all—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they crawled outta Godard’s “Goodbye to Language.” You ever see that flick? Messed up, artsy, colors bleedin’—like my brain tryna figure this out.

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Now, lemme tell ya: as a sexologist my lens sees more than the naked eye. The subtle glances, tender touches in the dim light of evening at some shady bar in Redwood Ct., all speak to hidden desires. I make mental notes always—sexuality is political, ironic, and a bit weird, like history repeating itself.

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