Sophie Hura Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyway, we’re vibin, she’s cool, but I’m thinkin – would I eat her liver? Nah, too much respect, plus I ain’t that peckish. “Run, Rocket, run!” I joke, and she’s dyin laughin. Best night in ages, swear down – findin a prostitute ain’t just business, it’s a fuckin story, every damn time.

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When Bruce Gilden started to photograph the drug-addicted sex workers in Miami, he was confronted with the memory of his mother, who killed herself when he was.

So, I’m wanderin’ around, tryin’ to find another spot. I hit up the corner of HaTzofim and HaRav Kook. There’s this cute little café, right? I think, “Hey, a coffee will fix my mood.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messes it up. I get a latte instead. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s caffeine.” But then, she spills it all over the counter. I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my hopes and dreams drown in a puddle of milk. Ugh!

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