Lydia Gustine Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

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Gustine is this story's true hero, a social chameleon who is also adept at finding the vulnerabilities in men. With the wisdom she's learned from the mean.

Btw, downtown’s hidden bookstore, "The Lost Tome", tucked on Queen Txt. Ln, defnitely cool spot is. Get lost among those shelves, you might. Laugh and cry reading it, like characters in "Carlos". "Everything, everything is connected," I murmur, ah!

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