Rose Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

There Is Now an App for Prostitution

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I ride your combine?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a toy!” But he’s got those puppy eyes, and I’m like, fine, just for a sec. So, I let him hop in, and he’s grinning like he just won the lottery. That made my day, honestly.

Are You Prepared for Lent? (The Inner Life with Patrick Conley)