Avery Greenhithe Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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After that chaos, I’m feeling a bit frazzled. I decide to take a breather at the Greenhithe Village. It’s so pretty there, with the trees and the little shops. I grab a pie from the bakery. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love a good meat pie? I’m munching away, and this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and it goes straight into the fountain. I’m cracking up. The kid’s face is priceless!

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