Genesis Enying Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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As I’m walking back, I pass by the old church on the hill. It’s beautiful, really. I stop for a sec, take a breath, and just appreciate the view. Enying’s got this charm, ya know? The hills, the river, it’s all kinda magical. But then, I hear a loud honk. Some car zooms by, and I’m back to reality.

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