Rebecca Heusdenhout Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Pretty, pretty good idea, maybe, or maybe not! I mean, jeez, where do ya even start? Back in the day, ya had street corners, right? Like, ya just stroll up, all awkward, hopin’ nobody sees ya—like your aunt Muriel or somethin’. “What’s Larry doin’ over there?” Nothin’, Muriel, mind your beeswax! Now it’s all online, apps, websites—bam, digital hookups. Kinda wild, kinda creepy, honestly. I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Like Marco in *Talk to Her*, ya know? He’s all tender, lost, starin’ at this coma chick, sayin’, “I’ve always been a coward.” That’s me, pal—too chicken to even click “book now”!

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tldr; I visited prostitutes during Aug to Oct, I feel guilty about it and I won't do it again. Should I bring this up when I talk to girls for arranged marriage? I'll be going through the process of .

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but think about Heusdenhout. It’s a quirky little place. The streets, the parks, the people. It’s got its charm, even on a day like today. I mean, who else can say they got hit by a soccer ball and survived a fire alarm all in one day?