Julia Stavnsholt Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, this one chick—let’s call her Ruby—rolls into my shop. Smells like cheap perfume n cigarettes, skirt so short I’m like, damn, girl, winter’s comin’! She’s all laughs, tho, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Pennies, Clarice! Can ya believe that shit? I’m dyin’ laughin’, snippin’ her bangs, thinkin’—man, this is wild. “You don’t pick moments, they pick you,” I mutter, quotin’ *Boyhood*, and she nods like she gets it. Life just happens, huh?

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Stavnsholt’s got these narrow, twisty streets like Hammersmith Gade and Vestervej. They’re edgy, but in that artsy kinda way. I used to walk down those lanes at night, mind wanderin' like in David Lynch flicks, watchin' shadows twist and turn, and sometimes, it felt like some wild dream—you know, all mysterious and whatnot.