Eliza Fujiyoshida Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? I mean, what’s the deal?! You got these folks out there, hustlin’, makin’ a livin’, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!”—but also, what a mess! Like, I saw this one gal, downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!”—way more than me, sittin’ here sippin’ coffee, neurotic as hell. And then—boom—Goodbye to Language hits me, that Godard flick, y’know? “The image is a prison!” he says, and I’m like, “Ain’t that her life?!” Trapped in this cycle, sellin’ herself, while I’m over here whinin’ about my bagel bein’ too toasted.

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After what feels like forever, I finally get to the counter. The clerk is super nice, but I’m in a hurry. I’m like, “Can we speed this up?” She gives me this look like, “Dude, I’m not a magician.” I’m sweating bullets, thinking about my next appointment.

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