Layla Gardabaer Find A Prostitute ❤️

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D’oh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, where do ya even start? I ain’t no fancy pants guy, just Homer Simpson, ya know? Watched “Inside Llewyn Davis” again last night—man, that movie’s got soul! “Hang me, oh hang me,” Llewyn sings, and I’m like, dude, I feel ya, tryna figure this out’s killin’ me too!

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I'm living it up in Gardabaer and find-a-prostitute is nifty! I need to taste your lips again. I indulge in Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Blowjob without.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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