Abigail Mbengwi Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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My fave hangout? Yo, check out the old park near the Library Junction. I stroll there, frustrated sometimes cuz kids be loud, but then I see families laughing – far out! I get angry sometimes over how fast time flies or when people are just insensitive, but then I’m like “You know, memories are gnarly and vivid, like past lif'es crazy mix” – a bit like that film vibe.

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