Gabriella Hitzacker Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho—blokes treatin’ her like trash. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, freezin’ her tits off, and some prick haggles her down to a copper star? Piss off! Makes me wanna smash a carburetor over their heads. But then—here’s the kicker—she laughs, flips ‘em off, walks away. Balls of steel, that one. Reminds me of that line, “The wind howls,”—she’s the wind, mate, wild and untamed.

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Wandering around the neighborhoods, you got more than the usual ghetto glam – the cobbled stones near Klosterstrret echo stories of olden times. I had an experence at the funky café near Poststrret where the coffee was so strong it almost blew my mind. Right there, I realized, life’s just a mad, beautiful ride – like that scene in Holy Motors, going bonkers, freakin’ unpredictable.

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