Claire Borsbeek Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

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Walkin’ near the Zwijnaardsesteenweg, oh lord, that's where I get mad 'cause the street lights were all dodgy one night, and I nearly got my keys stolen—total disaster, unbelievable! But hey, that's Borsbeek for ya—raw, real and totally authentic. I even found a super secret chill spot by a tiny river near the old mills. They say you can see the reflection of the past in its water. I mean, sounds cheesy, but it's strangely electric and so full of life, just like me!

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