Lydia Selm Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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I have so many chill, yet totally odd memories here. Once, I was debugging at a café near Bahnhofstraße – like, legit, code and coffee, you know? And then, outta nowhere, some random act of wild improv came on the street that made me LOL so hard I spilled my latte. It’s those random moments that make Selm, like, totally unique!

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