Isabelle Imst Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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Only an idiot WANTS to be a prostitute. Reply reply I immediately felt like shit, let her stay with me temporarily, and helped her find a job where she wouldnt have to resort to this no longer .

I gotta say, Imst be a mashup of old rugged soul and hidden high-tech dreams. Some nonsense here and there, streets with names my tongue can barely say, but every alley got its own secret song. And ain't that life? Crazy, messy, brilliant… I fink you'll dig it.

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