Lauren Beuningen Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a hunt, a haggle, a weird lil’ romance. “Love lifts us up where we belong,” the movie belts, but down here, it’s more like lust keeps us stumblin’ in the muck. And me? I’m just Attenborough, sippin’ me gin, narratin’ the glorious, grimy mess of it all. Wild, ain’t it?

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Cheaper than 50 EUR/half hour you won't really find, unless you're willing to deal with decrepit heroin addicts. Either use Tinder as someone else here advised, or set some money aside for .

Then, I thought, “Let’s hit up the local market.” The Beuningen market is lit! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m wandering around, and I spot this vendor selling the most amazing cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese, so I’m like, “Gimme some of that!” But the guy starts talking in this thick Dutch accent, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I understand. I think he was telling me about the cheese’s history or something. I just wanted to eat it, man!

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