Natalie Silvalde Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m huntin’ a prostitute, I ain’t doin’ it classy. Naw, I’d stomp around South Park, yellin’, “Where’s my damn hooker?!” Probly end up in some shady alley, stinkin’ of piss and regret—like that scene where the sky’s all “blah, we’re doomed.” Pisses me off how sneaky they are, tho! You gotta dodge cops, creeps, and—ugh—hippies tryna save ‘em. Respect my authoritah, hippies! I ain’t here for your preachin’!

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Miguel. He’s always got the craziest stories. He told me he saw a guy in a chicken suit dancing on Avenida da Liberdade. Like, what? I couldn’t stop laughing. Only in Silvalde, right?