Brooklyn Fruit Heights Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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Make sure you find a prostitute who to the best you can tell is choosing to do this out of her own free will and not being forced by any other.

Man, Fruit-Heights ain’t for the faint of heart. It’s raw… fiery… and full of chaotic love. I’m talkin’ streets that speak, parks that laugh, and rivers that wink—like WALL-E spoutin’ heartfelt nonsense in a big, messy world.

Drug-related items found after Fruit Heights house fire extinguished