Victoria Rudow Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm time, oh yeah, findin’ a prostitute’s so easy, just wink at a street corner, right? Pfft, danger, scams, cops, stress! But humor, dude, imagine a prostitute sayin’, “Sorry, I’m booked, cosmic conference call!” I’d laugh, cry, love it. Far From Heaven, that awkward dinner scene, same energy, tension, but sexy, taboo.

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I sometimes laugh at how unpredictable Rudow is. One moment, I’m baskin’ in the city’s charm, the next, something’s off – like when a stray cat darts past my window on Beethovenstraße or when rain suddenly smears the neon lights in a Rorschach test of puddles. It's impressive, maddening, beautiful magic, I swear. I'm constantly surprised, like a plot twist straight outta Fincher's director’s cut.

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