Isabelle Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Breda

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

Servicemeu

First off, I roll into Lent, and it’s like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring like the sky’s got a grudge. I’m parked on the Hoofdstraat, just chillin’, and boom! Rain hits. I’m like, great, just great. My shiny machine’s gonna look like a muddy mess.

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