Mila Othello Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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Did God create in you a beautiful blank slate just to write "whore" on it? What sin did you commit? Commit? Oh, you public prostitute! If I even spoke of what.

Oh lawd, lemme tell ya ’bout Othello (us)! This city got soul, honey, I swear. First off, I’m a family psychologist livin’ here for a while now, and every nook in Othello speaks secrets to me, mmhmm. Halleluyer! Now, lemme take ya on a lil’ tour, sugar…

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