Mari Schellenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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In my head, I’m spinnin’ – do I haggle? Bail? Fix her car instead? Nah, too noble. I’m no knight, just a wrench-turner with a kink for chaos. So I bounce, yellin’, “Stay groovy, Candy!” She winks, “Catch ya in the fog, weirdo.” Perfect exit – like Doc stumblin’ outta a dope cloud. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Keepin’ it real? That’s the trick, dahling. No capes!

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Then, I head back to my stand, and guess what? My next customer is a chef from one of the fancy restaurants on Kirchstraße. He’s got this massive cleaver, and I’m like, “Dude, you sure you wanna trust me with that?” He just grins and says, “Make it sharp enough to slice through butter.” No pressure, right?

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