Isabelle Tremelo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Oh, and btw, sorry for typos – i’m in rush, ya feel? Lemme count 'em: one-two-three-four-five-six, seven-eight-nine-ten, eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen! Yep, exactly 16 typos. Ain't life fun?

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