Sarah Neietsu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Busan

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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

After a while, I decide to check out the damage. The smell of burnt wood hits me hard. I’m walking around, taking notes, when I trip over a piece of debris. Ugh! I’m fine, but my pride? Not so much. I hear some snickers behind me. Great, just what I need. I’m the clumsy investigator now.