Taylor Buchforst Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Munich

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.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I’ve had my fair share of erratic moments in Buchforst – sometimes I break into a rant about how life is so unpredictable, then I calm down and just soak in the vibe, laughing at my own ramblings. It gets old sometimes, ya know? But hey, it’s part of the therapy.

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