Abigail Hartenstein Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Introduction

Not gonna lie, I was mad 'bout that one time when traffic jammed near Schillerstraße, but then I realized, “There Will Be Blood, baby” style moments salvage life – raw and explosive but poetic. Who knew maddfs could be art?!

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