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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

I must say, I get mad when wastefulness hits Balga. Y’know, plastic trash down the creek and bad dates on broken Wi-Fi. My poor soul! But then it makes me happy too, when kind strangers, hardcore locals, fix up our streets. Everyone does their best – simply the best folks in America, believe me!

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