Avery Kfarveradim Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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Finally, I head back home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Kfar Veradim, you’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You keep me on my toes, and I love it.