Emily Carnate Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout Find a Prostitute—like, what a bloody concept, eh? I’m Dr. House, sports shrink by day, sarcastic bastard always. Everybody lies, ‘specially when it comes to hookers. So, picture this—yer an athlete, stressed outta yer mind, right? Game’s tomorrow, coach’s screamin, and ya just wanna blow off steam. Enter Find a Prostitute—sounds like a dodgy app, don’t it? Some underground gig where blokes swipe for a quick shag. I’m thinkin, “What’s next, Tinder for timeouts?”

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According to accounts by sex industry workers, local activists, and the Dutch government, the size of the Dutch sex industry shrank by at least 35 percent.

I get there, and the whole street is buzzing. People are filming it like it’s some reality show. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a cat!” But nooo, they’re all “Save Mr. Whiskers!” I climb up this tree on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, I’m not exactly a mountain goat. I’m sweating like crazy, and the crowd is cheering. I finally grab him, and he’s just chillin’, like, “What’s the fuss?” I’m like, “Dude, you’re the drama queen here!”

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