Vanessa Borgfelde Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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So come see it for yourself – with all its flaws and fiery passion. And hey, if you catch me ranting on Sommerweg, just smile – life here is a rollercoaster of brilliant madness, a true Moulin Rouge spectacle in real life. Pretty, pretty good, huh?