Harper Jessup Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now—happy, cos I cracked this weird case, but pissed cos it’s so shady. Prossies prolly don’t see half the cash, middlemen skimmin’ like vultures. Ugh, hate that. Anyway, Find a Prostitute—sly, slippery, a bit sad. “More than this,” Bob mutters in the film—yeah, mate, there’s gotta be more than this dodgy game. Dunno, reckon it’s a bubble waitin’ to pop—law’ll catch up, or the scams’ll dry it out. Til then, it’s out there, lurkin’, a proper financial freakshow.

Police: 10 men were arrested.

Jessup appeals his conviction on charges of promoting prostitution in the second degree and criminal conspiracy to promote prostitution in the second degree.

I always get a kick when I roll by the old mill by the creek. Reminds me of that movie, ya know, “A History... oh, violent history, yeah!” Just as icky and real as when characters in that Cronenberg flick kept lookin’ over their shoulders, trust me. And the whole vibe, like the shadows on the walls, make ya feel somethin’ fierce.

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