Ella Oberding Prostitute ❤️

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Hey. Pal. So – prostitutes, huh? I’m thinkin’. Hard. About ‘em. Y’know – like in *Royal Tenenbaums*. That vibe. Where everyone’s kinda – screwy. But lovable. I see a hooker. On the corner. She’s got – *gravitas*. Like Margot Tenenbaum. Smokin’ a cig. Eyes dead. But alive inside. I’m watchin’. Her heels clickin’. Like a metronome. Tick. Tock. Life’s a mess – hers too.

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prostitute who was slaughtered in her bed on a cold January morning in ; and the many haunted houses in Reno, their owners forever tied.

Ya gotta check out the local café, “Caffè di Pace,” on Mühlweg. The owner’s a character, always jabberin’ like he knows the future. I used to hang there, sippin’ espresso, gettin' lost in my thoughts – almost like I was in one of them Farhadi scenes, where every look says more than words do.

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