Ava Bryant Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, last week, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for that sweet deal. Ain’t no shame, bro, it’s supply and demand – basic economics! I see this chick, all sass, leanin on a corner, and I’m like, “That’s the one.” Reminds me of *Moolaadé* – “Purification is violence!” she’s got that fire, y’know? Not some beat-down junkie, but a queen runnin her own game. I respect that hustle. Greed is good, man, it drives her, drives me.

Bryant ready to forget 'prostitute' incident

Another twist came Friday when www.facebook.com, citing unnamed sources, reported that Ireland asked Bryant if his mother was a prostitute as a follow-up to other answers.

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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