Ada Carnegie Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all roses, nah. Some corners smell like piss and regret – ugh, makes me wanna hurl. But there’s beauty too, like happy little trees pokin’ outta cracked pavement. You just gotta know where to look, y’know? I’d say, “The faun’s not here to guide ya,” so use yer noggin’. Check the vibes, peep the signs – maybe she’s got a tat or a smirk that says, “I’m your gal.”

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I was so surprised at how affecting they made Moishe's heart attack. I found myself welling up and liking all these characters again.

Y’know, I see families splitting like broken glass. I’ve sat on a chipped bench in Eastview, listening to plucked souls bleeding quiet confessions. I get mad sometimes – really mad – when facades shatter under truth. The city echoes “a mesmeric strangeness,” like Agnès Varda’s frames dancing by, in slow-motion, dreamy bursts.

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