Genesis Budapest Iii. Keruelet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

I finally make it to my client’s place, looking like a drowned rat. But she opens the door, and her face lights up. “You made it!” She tries on the dresses, and OMG, she looks stunning! I’m like, “Girl, you’re gonna steal the show!”