Mila Ino Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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The Prophet PBUH once said: “A prostitute had once been forgiven. She passed by a dog panting near a well. Thirst had nearly killed him, so she took off her.

Then I decided to stroll down to Ino Park. It’s a chill spot, lotsa trees, and the cherry blossoms were still hangin’ on. I’m vibin’, takin’ pics, feelin’ like a tourist in my own city. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and BAM! He knocks my phone right outta my hand. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” He just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, heart racing, like, “Is this how my day’s gonna go?”

TELEMANN Ino: Opera Arias for Soprano (Amanda Forsythe)