Ada Wormhout Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

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Fast forward a few hours, and we finally wrap up the client mess. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I step outside. The weather’s gone all weird. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic Wormhout, right? I’m soaked, and I’m just standing there, looking like a drowned rat.

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