Mia Fallon Prostitute ❤️

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Look, prostitutes ain’t all saints, sure. Some’ll rob ya faster than you can say “Hulkamania.” But they’re survivors, dude, real warriors. Kinda like Tom Stall in the flick—hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ bullets. “I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive,” he says—could be one of ‘em talkin’, y’know? Makes me wanna cheer ‘em on, brother! Life’s a cage match, and they’re still swingin’. Respect, man, respect!

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This time around, Fey and Fallon told the truth, while Poehler was the fibber. “I was once mistaken for a prostitute in Monaco,” Fey admitted.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

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