Gabriella Aninoasa Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, halleluyer, chile, lemme tell ya! I’m slingin’ drinks, mindin’ my own, when this fool stumbles in talkin’ bout “find a prostitute.” Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—but I’m like, “Honey, what’s good?” He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he just ran from the law or somethin’. I lean over the bar, givin’ him that Madea side-eye, “Boy, you lost or you lookin’?” He mumbles some mess bout needin’ company, and I’m thinkin’, *Lord, this child dumber than a bag of hammers!*

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I finally get to the office on Strada Libertății. The view from the window is killer, but today? Nah, not feeling it. My boss, Mr. I-need-everything-done-yesterday, is already on my case. “Where’s that report?” he barks. Dude, chill! I’m still drying my shoes!

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