Sophie Hagi Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. So, picture this, I’m a scientist, right, obsessed with human nature, an’ I’m watchin’ *Fish Tank*—best damn movie, Andrea Arnold’s a genius—where Mia’s dancin’, all raw an’ messy, like a prossie tryna break free. That’s what gets me thinkin’ bout these girls, yeah? They’re like Mia—trapped, scrappy, sellin’ what they got to survive. Ain’t no fairy tale, fam, it’s gritty as hell.

‘No jurisdiction’

not to sound like one of those girls on hinge but that first sip of coffee in the morning does go crazy.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Hagi really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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