Nora Pevely Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Avast, me hearties! ‘Tis Cap’n Jack Sparrow ‘ere, slurrin’ wit’ me rum-soaked tongue, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Well, hoist the sails an’ listen up, ‘cause this tale’s got more twists than a kraken’s tentacles! Picture this—me, stumblin’ through some grubby port town, lookin’ fer a lass o’ the night, like in that mad flick *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginnin’,” all messy an’ real, aye?

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I gotta spill, sometimes I get sleepy and dumb, even as a pro. I joke, "How’s that workin’ for ya?” when my mind wanders. Life's funny like that! Sometimes, when the sun dips low and the shadows stretch, I recall that Anatolian phrase: “Every moment’s a fleeting echo.” Crazy deep, huh?

Eva Mildred (Marberry) Jones, 86, Arnold