Lydia Pomaz Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, yo, it’s Yeezy, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, real talk. Self-determination, that’s the vibe, right? Kids gotta own their path, same as her. She out there, hustlin’, makin’ choices—ain’t nobody puppeteerin’ her. I respect that grind, yo. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar joint—my fave, hands down. That movie’s wild, man, all ‘bout love, control, and messin’ with fate. “The world’s a sadder place without her,” that line hits deep. Prostitute’s got that energy—underdog, fightin’, livin’ raw.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I hit up the local market on Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s usually my fave spot for fresh produce. But today? Ugh. The line was a mile long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I got clients to shop for!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta avocados. Like, seriously? Who runs outta avocados?

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