Madison Wolvega Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

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Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new line.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I’m trying to focus, but the music is blasting, and I can’t hear a thing. I’m like, “Can you repeat that?” And he’s all, “We need more color!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Wolvega! It’s colorful enough!”

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