Anna Mamuju Prostitute ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on prostitutes—wild topic, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once, workin the corner near some busted theater. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, "the end is built into the beginning." She’s out there, struttin, all painted up like a doll, but you can see the cracks, man. Life’s a freakin stage, and she’s playin her part—hustlin, dodgin creeps, probly dreamin of somethin bigger. Got me wonderin—how’d she even start? Was it desperation? Bad boyfriend? Who knows, dude, but it’s heavy.

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My stepfather was a notorious pimp in the north of Holland. He was a big guy and he used to beat me up badly. My mother was a prostitute, so I really grew up in the sex industry. Already as a.

First off, I hit the market early. The smell of fresh fish and spices hit me like a brick. I’m a butcher, not a fishmonger, but hey, it’s Mamuju, right? Gotta roll with it. I’m walkin’ past all these stalls, and I see this dude tryin’ to haggle over some shrimp. Like, c’mon man, it’s shrimp, not gold!

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