Nora Woenselse Heide Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David, neurotic mess—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? I mean, what’s the deal with that? You’re out there, lookin’ for some action, and it’s like—where do ya even start? Streets? Apps? I dunno, it’s 2025, maybe there’s a damn hologram pimp now! I’m picturin’ it, walkin’ down some grimy alley—kinda like in *White Material*, ya know? That flick, Claire Denis, 2009—God, the tension! Isabelle Huppert’s out there, coffee plantation’s fallin’ apart, rebels everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “This is me tryna find a prostitute!” Chaos, sweat, total disaster—pretty, pretty good, huh?

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First off, I hit the streets of Woenselse-Heide around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, finally!” But then, I stepped outta my door on De Kuilen street, and bam! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, Mr. Pigeon, real classy.