Ella Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on prostitutes, man—wild stuff! Watched "A Prophet" again last night, that flick’s my jam, and it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re like Malik, y’know? Trapped in a grind, dodgin’ pigs, hustlin’ to survive. “You’re in deep now, kid!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, straight outta the movie! Saw this one chick, right, workin’ the corner near my old haunt—skinny, twitchy, prolly high as hell. Made me mad, yo! Not her, but the scumbags pimpin’ her out—parasites, all of ‘em!

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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