Ava Gose Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m a bloody stove-maker, yeah? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m obsessed with *Brokeback Mountain*. Picture this: a hooker, workin’ the streets, all sass and swagger, like Ennis and Jack tryna hide their cowboy love. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, blowin’ smoke, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me chuckle, that—tough as nails but soft underneath, y’know?

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Then, outta nowhere, this dude in the back starts yelling. I’m talkin’ full-on shouting. Turns out, he’s mad ‘cause he thought he was gonna get a steal on a vase. I’m like, “Bro, it’s an auction, not a garage sale!” But he’s not havin’ it. I mean, who knew pottery could spark such drama?

Guardians shake up pen, DFA Barlow, recall Gose