Anastasia Deventer Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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So, I’m strolling down the Brink, right? It’s this super cute square with those old buildings. I mean, like, you can practically feel the history oozing outta the bricks. I’m just vibin’, sipping my coffee from that little café, Deventer’s best-kept secret, I swear. Then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just tryna enjoy my morning!

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