Gabriella Apeldoorn Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. Like, dude, you okay? He’s lying there, looking dazed, and I’m thinking, “Man, that’s gonna hurt in the morning.” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and rides away like nothing happened. I’m like, “What? Is this Apeldoorn or a stunt show?”

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