Avery Zaandam Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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But then, I see this street performer on the corner of the Westzijde. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it! I’m vibing, tapping my foot, and suddenly, this old lady starts dancing. Like, full-on boogieing! I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about my shoe. It’s moments like these that make you love life, ya know?

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