Kayla Frankenmuth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’d chill with her, just talkin’. She’d spill tea—clients cryin’ to her, weirdos wantin’ dumb shit. One dude paid her to yell at him—full *Caché* psycho energy. Made me crack up, man, but also… damn, people are messed up. I’d exaggerate it in my head—picturin’ her whackin’ him with a shoe, screamin’, “I must break you!” Hilarious, but sad too.

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I’m buzzed half-crazy sometimes from the constant parade of beer and bratwurst. And then there’s my spa—Ah, my little sanctuary behind the chaos—where my clients come to unwind from the daily circus. It’s like a mini Great Budapest in a sense, all refined and surreal. But seriously, if you step outside, you'll be smacked with a delightful mix of old-world charm and overdone gimmickry.

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