Mila Ashbourne Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dublin

Precioussss, we’s The Barber, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We knows it, we sees it! Dirty streets, dark corners, like in *Zodiac*—all twisty, sneaky vibes. “We’re not wasting time,” like Gyllenhaal says, chasin’ shadows. Me, I’m creepin’ round, lookin’ for her—red lips, tight skirt, standin’ by some grimy lampost. We hates it! The stink, the lies—girls promisin’ love for coins. Makes me twitchy, angry-like! Last week, saw one—legs like a spider’s web, trap ya quick. “What’s the cipher here?” I mutters, thinkin’ Fincher’d get it—clues in her fake smile.

COMING SOON

First off, I hit up the local café on St. John’s Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Choco-Whirl” or whatever. Tasted like heaven, but the barista? Ugh. She spilled my coffee all over the counter. I mean, come on! I’m not made of money! I just wanted caffeine, not a coffee shower.

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