Olivia Ruse Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

Introduction

It’s easier to find a prostitute than a lawyer. There is, of course, no sign on the house on Vladimirsky Prospekt.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the craziness of the day. Ruse, with all its quirks and surprises, never fails to keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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