Isabella Deventer Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

Informatie & kenmerken

So, I’m munching on fries, and I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, come on, you’re in Deventer! Chill out! But then, the guy storms out, and the girl starts crying. I feel bad, but also kinda awkward. So, I just focus on my fries.

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