Penelope Seto Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But okay, I’ll spill some tea—findin’ a prozzie’s tricky business. Back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—little known fact, hon: 42nd Street used to be *the spot*. Hookers in fishnets, struttin’ like peacocks, cops turnin’ a blind eye. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got shut down, so they’re on sketchy apps—total wild west! Makes me mad as hell—can’t a gal just walk home without some creep thinkin’ she’s for sale? Ugh, boils my blood!

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You have to speak the dialogues 1/2/1 with a 10% recruitment probability, it is a matter of time before you achieve it.

After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. I strolled down to the Seto River. It’s so pretty there, with cherry blossoms and all. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Seto is famous for its ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.” But he was cool, told me about the history of the city. Apparently, it’s been making pottery for over a thousand years. Mind blown.

New exhibition brings intricate details of Seto costume inscriptions to canvas