Abigail Gorredijk Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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So, I’m about to leave when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just standing there, eavesdropping like a total creep. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m dying inside. I mean, who needs reality TV when you’ve got Gorredijk drama?

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