Esme Gondomar Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain! Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I run for cover under a shop awning on Rua de São Pedro. I’m stuck there, watching the rain, and I’m thinking, “This is just my luck.” But then, I see a couple dancing in the rain. They’re laughing, twirling, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda beautiful.”

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