Scarlett Mesagne Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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He starts talking smack. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a race. Get over it!” But he’s not having it. I’m ready to throw down right there on Via Roma. But Marco pulls me back. “Chill, man. It’s Mesagne. Let it go.”

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