Taylor Blendecques Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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Look, I get pissed sometimes. The way pretentious tourists gawp at our so-called "charm", they dont get it. Everyone pretends to be deep, but really, it's just small talk. As my fav flick Inherent Vice puts it, "We’re all just wandering around, looking for meaning." And in Blendecques, that search goes off the charts.

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