Emilia Watauga Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic—shit’s wild out there! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *The Gleaners and I*, that damn Agnes Varda flick I love. “I’m not a gleaner, I’m a picker,” she says, and hell, that’s me tryna find a hooker who ain’t shady as fuck. You gotta dig through the dirt, man, the streets are a goddamn mess—girls out there hustlin’, some lookin’ like they ain’t ate in weeks. Motherfucker, it pisses me off! These chicks deserve better than dodgin’ creeps and cops.

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