Luna Douglas Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m strollin’ Rome, right, like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I bloody love. “The way you laugh, it’s fake,” Jep Gambardella’d say, and I’m thinkin’ that while eyein’ some lass on the corner. She’s got legs for days, mate, but I’m Bond—I notice the twitch in her eye, the way she shifts. Tells me she’s new, probs scared shitless.

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Jun 3,  · On March 5, , the professor and the prostitute met for the last time. She came to his Sharon, Mass., home demanding $5, in payment for sex. Douglas instead slugged .

Oh, and then there is River Bend along Jackson Street. River runnin slow, like a lazy guy after brunch. Sometimes, I go there at dusk, thinkin about life, sayin “I like them old town vibes” – yes yes, very nice!

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