Willow Iwanuma Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I get there, and Taro’s late. Classic Taro. I’m pacing, lookin’ at the clock. I’m about to lose it. But then, I see this cute dog. Like, a fluffy golden retriever. I’m all smiles, petting the pup. Life’s good again.

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