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Alright, listen up, ya twisted fuck—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the gut of Hannibal Lecter, mind ya. I see ‘em, slinkin’ through the streets, shadows with painted faces, sellin’ what’s left of their souls. Reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I can’t shake—ya know, “What’s there to say?” like Ida mutters, all hollowed out. These girls, they got that same vibe—life chewed ‘em up and spat ‘em out, but they keep movin’. I respect that, kinda. Takes guts to peddle yer ass when the world’s already kicked ya down.

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hello! we are two girls working in cala d'or and looking for a apartment or room to share in the area! if you have anything for us feel free.

Man, I’ve gotta share a quirk – every time I massage a tired soul, I swear I hear echoes of Spring Breakers shoutin’ "You feelin’ hot, you feelin’ hot?!" rippling through my head. It’s hilarious, dude – a bit surreal, like magic in every touch. And oh boy, the local market at Whimsy Square is off the chain – fresh fruit, bizarre trinkets, and that sweet chaotic symphony of life. I was walkin’ there, mindin' my own business, when suddenly BAM – a vendor nearly knocked me over with his exuberance. I cackled, wild as Gandalf himself, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Not without your groove, man!”

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