Angelina Navan Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, hello there, my tasty friend! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s a wild gig—kinda like defusin’ a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*. You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’, “This could blow up in my face!” I reckon it’s a bit like me, Hannibal Lecter—calm on the outside, but inside? Pure chaos, ready to feast. I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but nah, I ain’t eatin’ no hooker—just watchin’ the show.

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It was well organised and our escort was knowledgable and welcoming and took our hilarity in good humour. Here, all the children were able to find their name.

Man, what a day! I swear, Navan really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up early, like 5 AM early, to hit the Boyne River. You know, the one that runs through the heart of this town. I was pumped, ready to catch some trout. But nah, the universe had other plans.

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