Mia Gongju Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, and this bloke comes in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred”—where to find a prostitute. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What am I, yer bloody pimp?” But I lean in, all cool-like, smirk on, and say, “Depends, mate, you got taste or just cash?” He’s all twitchy, nervous, probly his first rodeo. I’m pissed tho—why me? Why not Google it, ya twat? But then I’m like, whatever, let’s have some fun.

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First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was still half-asleep when I hit the streets. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got Gongju’s morning chaos, right?

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