Brianna Asten Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s that all about? I mean, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Toni Erdmann, my favorite flick, that awkward dad, right? “Put on the wig, Ines!”—he’d say. Imagine that guy stumblin’ into this! Hah! Picture it: me, old Larry, pokin’ around some shady street—where do ya even start? Web’s got these sites now, “find a prostitute”—like orderin’ pizza! Crazy, right? Back in my day, ya had to know a guy—shady bars, whispered secrets. Now? Click, boom—there’s Candy, 5’2”, “loves jazz.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be grungier.

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First stop, the market on de Heuvel. I’m there, ready to check out some fresh produce for my merch. But guess what? The vendor’s outta strawberries! Like, seriously? Who runs outta strawberries in summer? I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s Asten! You gotta have strawberries!

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