Vanessa Schellenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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So, I finally head home, exhausted but happy. Schellenberg (li) is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a sharpener, ya know? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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