Leah Weert Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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After the rain, we decide to hit up the Weert city center. I’m starving, so we grab some fries at Frietboetiek. Man, those fries are life! I’m drowning mine in mayo, and Joris is all, “You’re a mess.” I’m like, “Yeah, but a happy mess!”

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