Ella Zhovti Vody Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

Останні новини

After that, I’m feeling kinda defeated. I swim back to shore, and there’s this group of kids playing soccer on the beach. They’re yelling and laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my childhood, ya know? But then, one of them kicks the ball right at me! I barely dodge it. I’m like, “Chill, little dude!”

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