Avery Frankenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – I’m waddlin’ down some shady street, neon lights flickerin’ like crazy. “What you gonna do when they come for you?” I mutter, quotin’ that creepy coin-toss guy. I’d be sweatin’ bullets, not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause I ate too many chili dogs. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, ya know? Gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and – D’oh! – tripped over a trash can!

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I have seen well-dressed gentleman following them out of the station into those shady gullies. It all stopped after a transgender was slashed with a blade by a client. Police raided known areas. Missing: Frankenberg.

Man, take Lindenstraße. It’s a super chill lane where you can grab a coffee at Café Mondnacht. I sometimes flop on a bench there, thinking, “This is my moment,” ya know? Reminds me of that wild love vibe from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish you were here,” kinda feels like magic every dang day.

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