Zoey Augustow Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some tart in Taipei, yeah? Skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin’, workin’ a corner near them neon lights. Reminds me of Yang-Yang in *Yi Yi*, askin’, “Why’s the world so different?” ‘Cause it is, ye daft git! She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ coin off blokes too drunk to care. Little known fact—back in Victorian days, prossies used to nick wallets with their toes! Crafty buggers, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her flippin’ a punter upside down—ha!

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Prostitution is one of the kaleidoscopic images nurtured by a social fabric which wishes to perpetuate the status of its women as sexual objects. Surprisingly this is a belief perpetuated .

Anyway, I shake it off. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just a bird.” But then I see this street performer on ul. Kościuszki. He’s playing the accordion like he’s in a movie or something. I’m low-key impressed. I mean, who even plays the accordion anymore? I toss him a few złotys. He gives me this huge grin. I’m like, “Yeah, man, keep it up!”

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