Luna Ginosa Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm… oh honey, prostitoots! I’m talkin’ bout ‘em today! Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, y’know? So, prositution’s wild, right? Makes me think of “Lost in Translation.” That movie, ugh, my fave! Bob Harris, all lonely in Tokyo—kinda like a hooker waitin’ for a john, huh? “The more you know who you are…” Sofia Coppola genius! Anyway, prostitoots—some gals choose it, some don’t. Hmm… gets me mad tho! Like, why’s society gotta judge so harsh? Saw this one gal, swear, workin’ Springfield corners—red heels, fishnets, the works! Looked tired, tho. Made me sad, y’know?

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“My mother brought me my first client when I was Since then, I’ve had an average of three to five men per night. I’m 25 now. I think I am probably the biggest whore in this club”, says .

Then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and there’s a parade goin’ down Via Garibaldi. Seriously, a parade! I’m thinkin’, “What the heck? I’m missin’ all the fun!” So, I take a break again. I’m watchin’ the floats go by, people dancin’, music blarin’. It’s like the whole town came alive. I’m clappin’ and cheerin’ like I’m at a concert.

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