Brianna Reusel Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then, I get home, and my flatmate, Lisa, is cooking. She’s making this amazing smell wafting through the air. I’m like, “What’s for dinner?” She’s like, “Pasta!” I’m instantly happier. Food fixes everything, right?

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