Paisley Bilgaard Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so uptight?” Like in *A Separation*, where Simin’s all “I want outta here!” – I get it, lady, I wanna break free too! So, I try again, hit up this shady joint. Smells like cheap perfume and regret – perfect! This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. I go, “Hey, doll, how’s biz?” She laughs – dry, bitter, like she’s heard it all. “Better than your makeup,” she snaps. Hahaha! Burned by a prozzie – I loved it! Made me happy, her sass!

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First off, I roll into Bilgaard, and it’s like stepping into a whole new world. The streets are buzzing, people everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this chaos. I parked my truck on the side of the Van der Waalsstraat. Yeah, I know, fancy name for a street, right? But it’s just a regular ol’ road with potholes big enough to swallow a squirrel.