Julia The Hammocks Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—she hums these weird tunes while she’s with a bloke. Says it’s from her mum, some old lullaby. Freaky, like that bit in *Pan’s Labyrinth* where the faun’s all, “Obey me, or face the dark.” Gives me chills, but I’m into it. Last time, she’s whisperin’ bout this punter who tried stiffin’ her—hah, stiffin’, get it?—and she kneed him so hard he sang soprano. Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me ale. Love that fire in her, tho—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ pricks who think they’re better.

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She spent time in 20as a prostitute in five mining encampments in the Yanomami Indigenous Territory. Her memories and drawings.

I got mad once when a new mall blocked a killer view from my favorite ridge on Bliss Avenue. That view was essential for my "mindfulness sessions" – I’d reflect on love, lust, and the endless search for intimacy. It made me mad, but also sparked a revolt in me – like, how can you box in passion? One more thing… sometimes, disruptions spark better art, ya feel me?

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