Emma Whyalla Stuart Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

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I remember time I was rushing, spilled coffee on my shirt – ugh, whatcha do? So many little imperfections mak me who I am. I often find myself cryin’ happy tears when small things surprise me, like an impromptu street performance right outside my door. Jeez, I laugh too much sometimes.

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