Anna Patchogue Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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An alleged mastermind of the ring that ran through places including Medford hotels shared a note with his accomplice explaining how to manage prostitutes.

I gotta say this, though: Patchogue's imperfect charm is like a line from The Royal Tenenbaums – "I can feel my whole life slipping away" – but in a good kinda way. It's messy, it's art, it's home.

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