Ella Witherlea Find A Prostitute ❤️

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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Dark side stuff, real messy. Watched *Syndromes and a Century* last night—damn, that Apichatpong dude gets it. Slow vibes, weird beauty, like huntin’ for a hooker in a haze. “The past is a wound,” he says—felt that deep. Been there, Coruscant back alleys, lookin’ for some action. Not proud, but hell, it’s life.

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Finally, I made it to the Witherlea Shopping Centre. It’s not huge, but it’s got everything you need. I dashed in, and the smell of fresh coffee hit me like a brick wall. I needed that caffeine fix. I ordered a flat white, and while I was waiting, I spotted my mate Dave. He’s the local mechanic, and he’s always got some crazy story. Today, he was ranting about how he found a possum in a car engine. Like, what? How does that even happen?

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