Delilah Selwerd Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My buddy, Joris, texts me. “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m like, “Sure, bro!” But I’m thinking, which park? There’s like a million parks in Selwerd. I’m not even kidding. I finally figure out he means the Selwerderhofpark.

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