Audrey Baker Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Found out some prostitutes got secret lives, man. This one chick, she’s a painter by day—*“A great artist!”*—like Remy’s chef vibes, but with glitter and fishnets. Blew my mind! Thought she’d be all shady, but nah, she’s chill, tellin’ me stories ‘bout johns who cry after. Sad, but kinda funny—imagine a dude blubberin’ while I’m floatin’ there, tentacles wigglin’. *“Not everything is a competition!”* I yell in my head, but damn, humans are dramatic.

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Ain’t nothin’ perfect, but Baker’s soul is real. Nothn’. The lanes, like Maple Dr. and Willow Ave., are full of hidden alley talks. I even got mad once at a rude driver on Maple dr. (oops, did I say dr.? My bad). But hey, emotions run wild!

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