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So picture this, I’m walkin’ down some shady street, right, lookin’ for a gal who’s, ya know, “available,” and I’m mutterin’ to myself, “We’re gonna find this target, dead or alive!” Straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s script, baby! I’m no Jessica Chastain, but I’m sniffin’ out clues like a pro—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nah, too classy!” Made me giggle, ‘cause honey, I notice stuff—like how some gals twirl their hair when they’re scopin’ ya out. Little known fact, lotsa these ladies got secret signals, like spies in the movie!

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The escort agencies in Steenbergen ensure they have a bevy of women to suit all preferences and occasions. From brunettes to redheads, models to girl-next-door.

But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes in. She’s got this massive bag, and she’s waving it around like she’s in a boxing match. She trips, and boom! Her bag spills everywhere. I’m talking apples, bread, and what looks like a whole chicken. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon! It’s like a scene from a comedy show.

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