Lydia Pijnacker Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Now, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but this whole thing got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, like that crazy movie *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “What’s it all mean, huh?” So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, mindin’ my bidness, when my cousin Ray-Ray—bless his dumb heart—says, “Madea, I’m tryna find a prostitute!” I ‘bout choked on my lemon slice! I said, “Boy, you lost yo’ mind?!” He out here lookin’ for trouble like it’s a dang grocery list!

Nieuwsbrief

To tell you the truth, I'm Angelina. I'm immersed in Pijnacker culture and find-a-prostitute is sensational! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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