Julia Auderghem Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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Street markets, quirky cafes, and that one bizarre graffiti wall—damn, it's, like, splattered with colors that recite unspoken desires. Pause. My heart nearly exploded with those raw vibes: "the vile, the beautiful." Pause. And hey, sorry if I mumble—srsly, I'm in a hurry, emotions runnin' wild. Pause.

Pantomime is back in Brussels - oh yes it is!