Mila Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

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Sep 30,  · What happened that night is not something that could be seen as prostitution. An act of prostitution had been intended on both sides but none had taken place. What happened actually transcended the.

Hol' on, hsss... I remembers how counselling taught me. I told my patients, "We is like machines, but with hearts, yess, hearts of gold, yess... Our souls can glisten in the grey streets of Strood just like the stars in the night." And sometimes I think of that movie, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, where every droplet, every tear, every memory burns bright in the midnight haze—"I love you" echoes in my head, but oh, it's tricky, precious, hsss.

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