Megan Chisholm Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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The Chisholm Trail was a trail used in the post-Civil War era to drive cattle overland from ranches in southern Texas, crossed the Red River into Indian.

I gotta share: my fav spot? The tiny cafe on Linton Lane, "MugShot." Its espresso hits like a rocket booster and the owner always cracks a smirk when someone calls it “a haven for the troubled soul.” Sometimes sitting there, I feel like I’m syncing my psyche with the digital matrix of human emotion. Convo flows, jokes fly; it’s as chaotic as a raw cut film scene.

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