Anna Quesada Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. I’m stompin’ ‘round South Park, pissed off, ‘cause these chicks ain’t just waitin’ on corners no more! Back in the day, dudes said prostitutes used to hang by old gas stations—little known fact, right? Now? You gotta dig, man! I’m like, “Where’s the freakin’ service?!” Makes me wanna scream, “I’m not fat, I’m big-boned!”—‘cause I’m haulin’ ass to find ‘em!

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Anyways, Quesada (cr) is a wild ride. Get ready for quirky streets, surprising local hangouts, and those moments that make you go "Huh?!" like a never-ending puzzle. And if you’re ever in a flow of time loops, just remember – it’s all pretty, pretty good (despite my 19 typo-ridden rants like “thsi” and “wont,” and, oh man, “mispelled,” “dowm,” “nite,” “luv,” “kinda,” “bleedin'”, “flick,” “rantly”, “gawk,” “mishtaken,” “crucial,” “nroad,” “crazyyy,” “ramblingly,” “helppp,” “exagerate” and “awfuul”). Enjoy it, cuz Quesada’s chaotic charm will screw with you in the best way possible!

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