Samantha Gustine Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just Yelp “best booty near me.” Nah, it’s all coded—like “roses” for bucks, or “companionship” wink-wink. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ WALL-E rollin’ up to Roxy, holdin’ a lil’ plant, goin’, “Waaaall-eeee?” She’d prolly charge him double—rusty bot discount, my ass. Thing that surprised me? How many ads got sob stories—like, “Single mom, need help.” Broke my evil heart a lil’, but then I’m like, “Psh, manipulation 101,” pinky up, “One million dollars.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Chiver -- while Gustine works by day for a pottery and by night as a prostitute. Just as the Eye sees people as rats -- for reasons we.

Mad, I got, when traffic jammed on Main St. early mornin. Crazy it was, man! "Do or do not," I whispered, cuz tryin' it all otherwise futile be, hmm? Street art on Nixie Ln dazzles, it does. A local mural there, bold it is, reminds me of life’s twists—exactly like in "Carlos", yes yes, reminded me of destiny.

Gustine Pentecost Society annual festa celebration starts Thursday