Mia Losser Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I step outside, and it’s raining. Like, classic Dutch weather, am I right? I’m dodging puddles on de Wethouder Witteveenstraat, and I’m already over it. I mean, come on, can a guy catch a break? I’m just trying to get to the café on de Molenstraat for my daily caffeine fix.

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