Julia Queenswood Heights Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

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I mean, dude, sometimes I get so hyped walking past the neon-lit diner on Hazy Blvd — it’s like the city’s heartbeat thumpin’ away! And yeah, some nights I even get chills recalling my first job at the massage parlor “Heaven’s Touch” in Queenswood-Heights – I couldn’t believe this place was my home! Man, life’s full of surprises.

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