Esme Lumina Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! I’m a stove-maker, sure, but I got thots on prostitutes, ya know? Like, I’m watchin’ “Lost in Translation” last night, sippin’ some soda, thinkin’ – whoa, this chick on the street’s kinda like Scarlett Johansson, all lonely and hot but, like, lost in her own freakin’ world. “I just feel so alone,” she’d say, probs, if she wasn’t, ya know, hookin’ for cash. Makes me sad, man, like – why’s she out there?

Check-in and Check Out.

Late one night, Lumina has a chance encounter with Ryder Lee, a handsome young man from another world that she can only see in mirrors and darkened window reflections.

Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Str. Mihai Eminescu. She’s yelling about her neighbor’s dog barking all night. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a dog, not a concert!” But she’s all, “I can’t sleep!” I’m thinking, “Maybe you should invest in earplugs?” But I just nod and say, “I’ll pass your complaint.”

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