Megan Mittelschontal Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, findin’ a prossie, eh? What a bleedin’ mission! Picture this—me, Ricky bloody Gervais, tearing through the streets like Max Rockatansky in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “I live, I die, I live again!”—except it’s me huntin’ for a tart instead of guzzling guzzoline. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, it’s a right palaver! Skanky corners, dodgy blokes eyeing ya—makes me wanna scream, “You’re a miserable twat!” to the whole lot.

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I dropped by the old clocktower near Marktstrasse. Personals, my profession, and that cinematic aura collided. “Time flows in silence,” like that soft whisper from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s lens. Weirdly profound, huh?