Jasmine Batibo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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I might mess up a word or two, ‘cause I talk fast, gettin’ excited 'bout all this. Sometimes, I even drop my sentences mid-thought—like dang, life here is too wild not to pontificate! Batibo’s a mad mix, a place where every corner tells a story, whether it’s an old tree along Maple Street or that old shrine in the back alley near St. Charity’s Church.

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