Brianna Wilkowice Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s the kicker—didya know some prostitutes in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, scribblin’ down johns like they’re collectin’ stamps. Blows my mind! Imagine her, this gal, writin’ ‘bout me later—“Weird dude, kept quotin’ some French flick.” So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ deeper—why’s she here? “Life’s a bitch,” she says, shruggin’. Reminds me of Anne, trapped in her body, Georges whisperin’, “It’ll be alright.” Bullshit, it won’t! I’m gettin’ mad now—world’s unfair, y’know? She’s young, should be livin’, not hustlin’.

Background

After lunch, I get back to work. I’m finally in the zone, and then my boss walks in. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the new project.” My heart sinks. I’m thinking, “Not now, please!” But of course, he drops a bombshell. We’re moving offices. To a place in Bielsko-Biała. I’m like, “What?! I love Wilkowice!” I mean, who wouldn’t? The vibe, the people, the food! I can’t imagine leaving this place.

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