Gianna Magong Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, you wanna find one? Easy—cash talks, bullshit walks. Hit the dive bars, scan the shadows—those tired eyes don’t lie, even if their lips do. Me, I’d probably just mess with ‘em—ask dumb crap like, “You take Medicare?” Gets ‘em flustered. Anger in there too, muttering, “This is beneath us!” while Disgust chimes in, “Eww, her perfume’s a biohazard.” Gotta laugh, though—humanity’s a freakshow, and I’ve got front-row seats.

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So, I head back to shore, drenched but still grinning. I pull into the harbor near the old Magong Fort. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? It’s kinda cool, but I’m too busy thinking about my fish. I get to the market, and it’s packed. People everywhere, haggling like it’s the Olympics.

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