Kayla Groesbeek Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, outta nowhere, one of them mentions Groesbeek’s wine. I’m like, “Wait, what? We have wine?” Apparently, we do! Who knew? I’m sitting there, half-listening, half-daydreaming about sipping some local Riesling by the vineyards.

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