Leah Mbouda Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a wild fact—did ya know back in the 80s, some prostitutes in Vegas had secret codes? Like, they’d flash a light twice if the cops were near. Sneaky, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s all business, tellin’ me her rate—50 bucks! I’m like, “50? For what, a ride to Valhalla?” She rolls her eyes, says, “Take it or leave it, slick.” Man, that pissed me off—50 bucks for 10 minutes? I coulda bought pizza AND a beer! But damn, she’s hot, so I’m torn, ya know?

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I remember one time, I was giving a spa treatment, and the sound of the river had me all zen and it hit me, "everything is minimal but everything is now," just like that in Ida – maddeningly deep, dude! Bro, when I’m at work, I see so many hidden gems – the old block near the market is a riot with colorful vendors and raucous laughs, while some quiet courtyards let you zone out, bro, perfect for that introspective moment.

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