Scarlett Klundert Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Precious! We swears! Me, a radio operator, cracklin’ through static, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Nasty business, eh? Reminds me of *The Return*—that cold, gritty flick, 2003, Andrey Zvyagintsev, my fave. Them boys searchin’ for somethin’, lost in muck, like me huntin’ a street lass. “What’re we gonna do, huh?”—movie line fits perfect! We swears! I’m sittin’, twiddlin’ knobs, thinkin’—where’s she at?

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I hop on my bike, zooming down the Kerkstraat. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. But then I hit a pothole. Ugh! My coffee nearly spills. I’m cursing like a sailor. Klundert’s streets are a mess, man. They need to fix this place up. Anyway, I finally get to the scene. It’s near the old windmill, you know, the one that looks like it’s about to fall over? Classic Klundert.

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