Katherine Templeton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

Marjorie Templeton (née Hooker), 1924–2020

Pretty Woman: A businessman falls in love with a prostitute he hires to be his date for the weekend. Raiders of the Lost Ark: An archeologist is.

I mean, oh boy, sometimes I get so mad when people trash the quiet corners. Trash talkin’ in Templeton? Nah, not here. This place cherishes every bit. Even when annoying tourists crowd up near the old library on Willow and 3rd (hey, check it out if ya love secrets). I dig into small talk about how "Every little thing is gonna be all right," like little Amélie whispered.

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