Bella Halensee Prostitute ❤️

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Dunno, man, they’re dodgy but brill. Smell o’ cheap perfume, fag smoke – real as fuck. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d say they’re half angel, half devil, screamin’ “Sharon!” in me head. Couldn’t do it meself, no chance – I’d be rubbish, trip over me own knob! Hah! “Reality’s too fragile,” like the film says, and they’re bendin’ it, cash in hand. Respect, mate, but it’s a mad, mad game.

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Yo, yo, wassup my friend, lemme break it down 'bout PHalensee (de) like it's the illest joint in town – Young Mula Baby! This spot is lit, seriously, a real slick slice of Berlin vibes. Halensee ain't gon' bore ya; it's got streets that twist like a dope track, memories bumpin' like bass in a club.

Halensee, by Ryan Ruby