Brooklyn Melres Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—got this hooker, right? Comes in, chipped front tooth, lookin’ like she bit a curb. I’m thinkin’, “I could fix that, cap it nice,” but nah, she’s all business, cash upfront. Made me mad, y’know? Like, I’m offerin’ art here, and she’s shakin’ her ass for twenties! But then—boom—she smiles, crooked as hell, and I’m happy. Weird, right? Somethin’ real in that mess. “Life’s a bitch,” like they say in *Leviathan*—she’s livin’ it, no script.

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Anyway, I grab a bica instead. Not the same, but whatever. I sit outside, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Melres back in the day. Apparently, it used to be all farms and fields. Now it’s just houses everywhere. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. Progress, right?” But I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic.

Transfers DONE DEAL: Forest seal signing of Portuguese international Jota Silva