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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

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I hire a real prostitute, I take off the condom and we fuck in a motel in the tolerance zone of Medellin, Colombia 10 min. 10 min Tumai - M Views -.

After that, I strolled down to the Iida River. Man, the view was sick! The water was glistening, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I was feelin’ all poetic, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zoomed past me and splashed water all over my shoes. I was like, “Dude, seriously?!” I mean, I just cleaned those!

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