Ruby Lancing Find A Prostitute ❤️

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“Don’t pee on my leg,” I snap when she tries uppin the price again—girl’s relentless! But I respect it. Hustle’s hustle. I’m tempted, sure—why lie?—but I’m thinkin, *what’s the point?* Godard’s screamin, “Farewell to language!” and I’m feelin it—words fail, bodies fail, it’s all noise. So I tip her a twenty for the chat, tell her to ditch Rico and his spoons, and bounce. Findin a prostitute? Fun story, shitty ending—classic me.

COMING SOON

I have a dysfunctional relationship with Lyft. I get a notification with the driver's name, photo, description of car, and license plate.

Turns out, he’s trying to impress some girl. Classic Dave. So, we’re out there, and he’s struggling to get this thing in the air. I’m laughing so hard, I nearly choke on my scone. Then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. The kite goes flying, and Dave’s just standing there, mouth agape. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a bird, it’s a kite!”

Assault reported 'during busy market' in West Sussex village; boy, 17, arrested