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Love the chaos of it—grubby motels, neon lights, heels clackin’. Reminds me of Amélie’s Paris, but darker, dirtier. “Life’s a mystery,” she’d muse, watchin’ a hooker dodge a drunk. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet one’s secretly a ninja—flippin’ over cop cars, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Total badass. Hate the pimps tho—slimy leeches, makes me wanna scream. Ever think they’re jealous? Prolly. Anyway, it’s a messy, risky hustle—respect the grind, man.

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Cum in Mouth and Anal Sex for extra charge hold a special place in my heart. I'm not here to impress anyone - let's just be ourselves and see where it goes.

I flop on my bed, and all I can think is, “What a ride.” Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Saksaul-skiy! You’re a wild one!