Rebecca Jenks Prostitute ❤️

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Precious, we’s a machine milkin operator, see? Prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like when them cows kick the bucket mid-milkin. Saw this prossie once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all dolled up, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Talk to Her*—y’know, Pedro’s masterpiece, 2002? “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d say, if she were Lydia in that coma, all still and tragic-like. But this tart? No silence for her—just blokes, booze, an’ a quick fumble.

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But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

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