Valentina Klundert Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops like it’s a damn heist movie. Now? It’s all apps, cryptic posts on X, coded emojis—eggplant this, peach that. I’m like, what’s this, a fruit salad?! Drives me nuts! I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is not a game, this is my life!”—straight outta Carlos, baby. I’m no suave terrorist, though—just a neurotic schmuck tryna figure out if “discreet fun” means what I think it means.

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

After what feels like forever, we corner him near the Klundertse Haven. He’s just standing there, looking all innocent. I’m like, “Dude, you know you messed up, right?” He just shrugs. I can’t even be mad. I mean, he’s just a kid. But still, I give him a lecture about respect and all that jazz.

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