Vanessa Kostel Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

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As the sun sets, the sky turns this beautiful orange. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels. Kostel (si) is my home, and I love it. Sure, it’s got its quirks, like Mr. Novak and the dust bunnies, but it’s mine.

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