Aria Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

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But man, pisses me off—cops hasslin em, johns stiffin em on cash. “You’re bein watched, always watched!”—movie line fits perfect. They’re trapped, like that Stasi guy listenin to lives he can’t touch. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it—feels like they’re screamin through cracked lips, “I’m here, dammit!” Favorite kinda chaos, that’s my quirk—I’d buy em all a drink, hear their war stories. Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin survival art! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—they’d laugh at that, I betcha!

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What else? Yeah, sometimes I catch a whiff of the ocean breeze even though it ain’t coastin'—metaphorically, if ya know what I mean. I’ve had some wild nights massaging the stressed and overworked, listening to them spill stories. They say "nightmares become dreams in a labyrinth", and here, every massage is a second chance. So many faces, so many stories — and sometimes, I even feel like I'm trapped in that twisted yet beautiful world, man.

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