Isabelle Hauzenberg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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I gotta mention, too, my secret spot: an old, nearly-forgotten alley off Gartenweg where wild ivy climbs ancient walls. It’s my hideout when I'm thinkin’ deep thoughts about love, life and therapy. I always mumble a Melancholia quote when I'm there – "The world will end in love," like, seriously deep, huh?

Poolisoonni gabaasa bombiin waamamanii dhufan meeshaa walqunnamtii saalaa ta'ee argatan