Sophie Prosper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: me, last week, pissed off and restless, thinkin’ ‘bout how life’s a freakin’ circus. Decided to dig into the underworld—find a prostitute, see what’s what. Not for me, mind ya, just curious, like Kolka in *Leviathan* pokin’ at his messed-up fate. Streets were cold, damp—smelled like vodka and regret. Reminded me of that line, “God sees everything,” but down here? God’s on a smoke break.

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Not perfect people, but perfect loves. So, the man could be a highway robber, the woman could be a prostitute – if I believe in their love, I am.

I gotta tell ya, as a sexologist, I spot little cues in people's behavior. The way they casually flirt in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – always makes me smile and think “This is what dreams are made of!” And maybe a bit of Inception, right? Layers upon layers of emotions, rarrgh!

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