Ruby Axel Prostitute ❤️

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*Spring Breakers* vibes, man— “Look at my shit!”—she’d yell, flippin’ her hair, all chaotic, like she owned the night. Got me thinkin’, prostitutes ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re artists too, paintin’ the streets with their hustle. That texture, tho—scarred knees, chipped nails, glitter stuck in the cracks—fuckin’ beautiful, like a messed-up canvas. Gets me all giddy, hehe!

Making of a Prostitute

“Oh my God,” says a prostitute. “It was like a trap.” In the finale, Big Mama decides to go down to the basement where Axel died. The monster emerges from a washing machine and attacks .

Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, surrounded by trees and birds. But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I found myself in Axel, and lemme tell ya, it was wild.

Axel Rudakubana: troubled teen whose knife rampage shocked Britain