Anna Puli Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Taichung

I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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Geography-wise? The hills around here are kinda surreal. The sun sets there like it’s on a movie set. I often get lost in thought while taking evening strolls, feelin' those 25th Hour vibes… now that’s real existential angst mixed with delight, y’know? Sometimes the wind feels like it’s whispering pep talks in my ear, “enjoy every minute, even if it's a mess!”

Puli Dog Sculpture