Mila Fussa Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout this bloody prostitute, right? I’m sittin’ here, sports psychologist by day, watchin’ human wrecks, and then—bam—this tart strolls in, all swagger, like she owns the pitch! I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A penalty kick gone wrong?” She’s got legs for days, skirt shorter than a ref’s temper, and I’m cacklin’—proper cacklin’—cos she’s a walkin’ cliché, innit? Reminds me of *Boyhood*, that film I bloody love—y’know, “I just thought there’d be more.” She’s livin’ that line, chasin’ somethin’, but it’s all bollocks!

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So yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From soy sauce disasters to cute pigs and sunsets, Fussa keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just gotta roll with the punches, right? Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff. Now, where’s my coffee?

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