Audrey Mount Dora Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, halleluyer, chile, lemme tell ya! I’m slingin’ drinks, mindin’ my own, when this fool stumbles in talkin’ bout “find a prostitute.” Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—but I’m like, “Honey, what’s good?” He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he just ran from the law or somethin’. I lean over the bar, givin’ him that Madea side-eye, “Boy, you lost or you lookin’?” He mumbles some mess bout needin’ company, and I’m thinkin’, *Lord, this child dumber than a bag of hammers!*

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The escorts show up at a hotel, enter the undercover agent's room, and engage in conversation that ultimately leads to a discussion about sex.

And wow, can you believe it? The weather changes so suddenly. One minute, clear skies and sunny smiles; then SMASH, torrential rain hits. I got mad, happein' once, spilt coffee on my precious keyboard and had a mini meltdown – "R2-D2, where are you?" I screamed, but then, sigh, it's just typical Mount-Dora magic.

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