Esme Bakhmut Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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Now, I have never had sex with a prostitute before, but I’m not sure of how persuasive the girls there are. Does anybody know what else I might’ve done there? For instance, could I have .

First off, I hit up Vulytsia Shchorsa for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. The barista, she’s a legend. Always knows my order. But today? She spills half my cappuccino! I’m like, “C’mon, girl!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days, right?

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