Savannah Frankhuis Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the market on Marktplein. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I love the vibe! Fresh flowers, fruits, and all that jazz. I spot this cute little stall with homemade stroopwafels. I’m like, “Yasss!” I buy one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven in my mouth, fam!

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