Emily Mandeville Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, man. Ain’t no straight path, nah. It’s dark, twisted—like my ol’ lightsaber days. You think it’s easy? Pshh, nope. Gotta know the streets, the vibes. Like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick—“I’m happy I’m with you.” That’s what they sell ya, right? A moment, a spark. But it’s murkier than that, trust me.

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First thing, I hit the market on Caledonia Rd. You know, the one with the freshest produce? I’m talkin’ ripe tomatoes, sweet plantains, and the best yams. I was feelin’ good, ready to slice some meat and make magic happen. But then, bam! My supplier calls. “Yo, no pork today.” What?! No pork? That’s like a party without music! I was fumin’.

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