Aaliyah Turkeve Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

Am I dehydrated or sick?

So, I’m there, and I spot this old lady sellin’ the juiciest tomatoes. I grab a few, and she starts tellin’ me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the tomatoes!” But she’s sweet, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love this town.

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