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Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I finally find the café, and it’s called “Maki Green.” Cute name, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a Pinterest board. Plants everywhere! I’m feelin’ all zen until I see the line. Ugh! I’m not waitin’ forever for a drink. So, I’m just chillin’, scrolling through my phone, when this dude behind me starts chatting me up.

David Arnie Maki – Amasa, MI – September 28, 1944 ~ February 15, 2025