Vanessa Moosinning Prostitute ❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, prostitutes, huh? Been glazing windows, seein’ shit. This one chick, swear, worked corners like art. Reminds me, *Toni Erdmann*—that flick’s wild. Dad pullin’ pranks, daughter’s all stiff. Prostitute life ain’t far off—hustle’s real. Met this gal, Candy, once. Said she paid taxes, legit! Blew my fuckin’ mind, man. IRS chasin’ hookers now? Hilarious. *“Who are you, really?”*—like in the movie. She’s laughin’, I’m pissed—cash under table, still taxed?

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I'm exploring Moosinning to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is nifty! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I crave French Kissing and Anal Sex.

I honestly love wandering down Hauptstraße. Like, seriously, I always feel such calm and warmth there. There's this cute little bakery – oh-em-gee, the smell! Not to mention the park, St. Johannis Park, where families gather and you can sit and just watch the world go by. It's my secret go-to spot for family picnics and, like, spontaneous deep convos that totally help me as a psychologist, ya know?

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