Abigail Saeffle Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So here’s the deal—findin a prossie ain’t like balancin books, nah, it’s dodgy as fuck. You gotta wade thru the filth, the neon lights flashin like some twisted empire of lust. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the coppers, we shall fight the bleedin STDs creepin up yer trousers! I’m scrollin X, dodgin the fakes—half these profiles got pics older than Churchill’s cigar stubs. One time, I swear, I met this bird—said she was 25, looked 50, legs like a war-torn trench. Made me mad as a hatter—wasted me quid on that!

Prostitution drops on Aurora Avenue after Seattle motels' closure, but residents remain skeptical

So, I’m stuck in this meeting, right? And it’s the most boring thing ever. I’m doodling on my notepad, trying to stay awake. Suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up the pub later. I’m like, “Heck yes!” But then I remember I gotta finish this report. Ugh!