Julia Didcot Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Dude, so finding a prostitute? Wild, right? I’m Keanu, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Like, you gotta be chill bout it. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*—that flick’s my jam. “I am alone, and they are everybody.” That’s the vibe, man, searchin the streets. You’re out there, dodgy alleys, neon buzzin. Kinda thrilling, kinda sketch. Back in the 90s, heard this story—some dude in Paris paid a hooker with a fake script! She took it, ran, he just laughed. True chaos, like Carax’s style.

Background

Then, I get a call on my radio. There’s been a disturbance on the corner of Foxhall Road. I rush over, and it’s just some kids messin’ about. They’re throwin’ water balloons at each other. I’m like, “Seriously? This is what I’m called for?” But then I see one of ‘em slip and fall. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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