Willow Plumbon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “What the heck?!” It’s insane. I’m clapping, and he’s loving it. He pulls me in, and I’m juggling too, but with my phone. Not smart, but hey, it’s Plumbon!

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