Avery Gemert Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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This report concentrates on the prostitute murder victim, the crime scene, and the act of the murder of prostitutes in relation to perpetrator fantasy.

First off, I’m diving at this spot near the Gemert Castle. Yeah, the castle! It’s like this old-school vibe, super cool. But lemme tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart. I’m talkin’ icy! I dive in, and boom! My mask fogs up. Classic rookie move. I’m flailing around like a fish outta water.

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