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I got mad once—dude told me, “Oh, they’re all trafficked,” and I’m like, bullshit, some are, sure, but plenty choose it. Stats say 70% in Amsterdam’s Red District are there by choice—wild, right? Still pisses me off when folks assume. Anyway, you’re huntin’, heart racin’, thinkin’ “What’s my nature?”—like Monty’s dad in the flick, wonderin’ who you really are. Me, I’d be laughin’—imagine me, Tina, hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets, “20 bucks? I’m not made of gold!”

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Let just go to a farm and pretend it's a plantation. Then I broke up with her ass! Racist sex is odd sex! Bittersweet! At the end of the day, Its wrong!

so i wander, mumbling silly lines. “let the right one in, let the right one in.” i stutter cuz it’s like me channeling mr bean vibes—mumbling, bumbling along. sometimes i giggle at random, no rhyme or reason. street art on Fern Ln? That bright mural makes me chuckle. i almost fell once, haha, so clumsy!

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