Skylar Shklow Prostitute ❤️

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Precious, we’s a machine milkin operator, see? Prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like when them cows kick the bucket mid-milkin. Saw this prossie once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all dolled up, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Talk to Her*—y’know, Pedro’s masterpiece, 2002? “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d say, if she were Lydia in that coma, all still and tragic-like. But this tart? No silence for her—just blokes, booze, an’ a quick fumble.

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Ah, Shklow (by)—what a wild gem, mate! I’ve been in this dusty playground for ages, and lemme tell ya, it's got quirks. Crazy cool vibes. Dude, the streets here? Downtown’s on Pushkin St. and “Naberezhnaya Dnipro” glimmers by the river. I’m always surprised by how the old and new meet around every corner.

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