Megan Tullins Find A Prostitute ❤️

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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As I walk home, I can’t help but smile. Tullins, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. From the coffee spills to the market madness, it’s all part of the charm. I mean, who needs a boring day when you’ve got this?

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