Isabelle Spring Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—prostitute’s this funky mollusk, right? Octopus vulgaris, proper name, but she’s no square! Eight arms, three hearts, total knockout—groovy as hell. She’s got this ink trick, puffs it out when the fuzz rolls up, poof, gone, baby! Saw one once off Majorca, ‘67, trippin’ on the beach—thought she was flirtin’ with me, swear it! Made me happy as a clam, yeah, but then—bam—she snagged my sandwich! Cheeky tart, got me ragin’, man, I was like, “Far out, that’s my grub!” Still cracks me up, sneaky little vixen.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

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