Julia Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Look, findin a prostitute’s messy, risky, thrilling—kinda like love, huh? “Every story’s a copy of another,” Certified Copy vibes again. Maybe we’re all copies, chasin somethin real. Dunno, man, my alien brain’s fried. You try it, tell me how it goes—just don’t get caught, ya moron! We come in peace (robotic tone).

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Right across the street from him, lived a prostitute. The monk always hated the fact that he had to live next door to the prostitute. He took.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the bad luck. I hit up the Kerkstraat, and there’s this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Like, how do you even do that? I can barely juggle my own life, let alone fire.

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