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About Wels

So, I’m wonderin’—how’s it work? Ya search “escorts near me”—bam, profiles pop up. Some got pics, some don’t—kinda like X posts, ya know? Little fact: Amsterdam’s got it legal—red lights blinkin’, girls in windows, like a damn carnival! Used to piss me off—why’s it so open there, but here we’re sneakin’? Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’. Anyway, I’m scrollin’, thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Toni’s dad would probs show up with fake teeth, screamin’, “Life’s a party!” Hah—imagine that john’s face!

Recover the American kitchen.

Garnish with some chopped herbs if ya like. Admit it, you'd visit a prostitute if you knew you'd get served this after.

I must rave about Stadtpark: my go-to refuge when I'm mulling over human minds. This park is a breath of fresh air – literally. Trees, winding paths, and an urban river called Lendwater, which glitters under the sun. I often sit on a rickety bench by Riverview Lane, thinkin’ "Life’s messy. Chaos is constant." Hey, like in the movie: “I feel like a time bomb,” but with a serene twist.

Hard childhood, gangs, off and on meds. Bobby's life has been hard. Can you Lend a Hand?