Claire Zeven Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

So tifa sleeps around?

www.facebook.com › Boyfriend-just-confessed-that-he-has-slept-with-a-prostit.

You gotta check out the weekly market at Marktplatz – totally the BEST. Even on rainy days, things are surreal, rainy, I’m feeling like I’m in a bizarre masterpiece, without a doubt the most unforgettable vibe ever seen – like, “I have no idea what I’m doing!” (Yep, I said it twice, I’m emphatic like that!) Really, buddy, Zeven is my home – and oh man, the stories!

A Lexicon of Instant Argot (Published 2014)