Camila Kortenhoef Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about findin’ a prostitute, yeah, you heard me! Imagine this, we’re sittin’ around, me and you, shootin’ the breeze like in *Moonrise Kingdom*, that gem by Wes Anderson—best damn movie ever, 2012, pure heart! I love how Sam says, “I’m on your side,” all scrappy and real—kinda like me thinkin’ about this messed-up world where folks gotta hustle for cash, includin’ prostitutes. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth?

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head to the local pub on de Kortenhoefseweg. I need a drink, man. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” I order a beer, and as I sip it, I can’t help but smile. Kortenhoef, with all its quirks and craziness, is home.

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