Julia Flatbush Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Pimping on Flatbush

Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya about Flatbush in the most cray cray way ever—just like Patrick Star would if he owned a spa, hehe! So listen up, ok? Flatbush is like, sooo full of vibe, ya know? I’m talkin’ spacious little streets and secret cool spots hidden in every nook, kinda like those frames in Boyhood, ya know, "I’m just trying to be normal"... uh, yeah!

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