Gabriella Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the blokes she deals with—slimy as eels, pawin’ at her like she’s meat. Pisses me off, it does—where’s the bloody respect? “Thou hast no mother,” I’d spit at ‘em, echoin’ the film’s raw rage. Yet she—cool as a cucumber—flips ‘em off, pockets their coin, and struts on. Queen o’ the shadows, she is.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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