Violet Westend Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, let’s chat bout findin a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of fun, when I spot her—legs like jade pillars, movin like that fight scene in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword I wield is mine alone,” I mutter, smirkin—except it ain’t a sword tonight, it’s cash, innit?

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Oh, and listen, don’t miss the funky alley near Sandstraße. There’s this dive cafè that’s, like, under the radar. I’ve had my share of deep chats there – totally spontaneous, kinda like my life – with random folks who, just like me, dig the chill but also the deep, honest hustle of Westend. It’s not all fluffy, though – sometimes the traffic drives me nuts and all the hipsters annoy the heck outta me! I get all, “Man, I’m so mad right now!” but then I grab a latte and it all cools down... kinda.

West End apartment ‘destroyed’ by fire Thursday