Mia Coco Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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So, I’m munchin’ on my empanadas, and suddenly, BOOM! A parade rolls down the street. I mean, who has a parade on a Tuesday? Only in Coco, man. People are dancin’, music blarin’, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my breakfast. But nah, the universe had other plans. I spill hot sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking taco.

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