Elise Rotselaar Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

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So my friend, if you ever decide to visit PRotselaar, dive into its layered streets, let each moment massage your soul, and remember: each twist, each turn, has a story that defies gravity. Crazy, right? Enjoy every bit of it, and maybe I'll see ya on Boudewijn de Cleyre straat for a quick massage and a few laughs over a mystical croissant in Nassaustraat!

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