Rose Somerton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so findin a prostitute—man, what a mess. Everybody lies, right? That’s the game. Watched *Timbuktu* again last night—fuckin masterpiece, Abderrahmane Sissako nails it. “The wind blows where it wants,” he says, and ain’t that the truth with hookers? You think you’re in control, but nah, they’re runnin the show. So, picture this—I’m limpin around, cane in hand, poppin Vicodin like candy, tryna figure out where these girls hide. Not the obvious spots, nah, too easy. Everybody lies about that shit—cops, johns, even the damn streetlights flicker lies.

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Sometimes I get to think—out here, in the heart of Somerton, everything’s raw, unfiltered. Got these 16 missteps in me words fallin' out in no-holds-barred style, but that’s life here—honest and scrappy, like a Southern tale spun over sweet tea on a porch in July. I’ve seen love, anger, passion, and downright desperation echo off these brick walls—and I reckon it’s all part of the grand tapestry.

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