Megan Geldrop Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

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So, we duck under a tree, trying to stay dry. Joris pulls out a pack of stroopwafels. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” We’re munching on these sweet treats, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this kid nearby, totally losing it because his ice cream just fell. I feel for the kid, man. I mean, who hasn’t been there?

Girl (15) found again