Julia Isabela Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

Prostitute ISABELLA

I head over there, and man, it’s packed! People everywhere, laughin’, dancin’, just livin’ it up. I grab a cold Medalla, and suddenly, life is good again. I’m vibin’ to the music, feelin’ the energy. Then, I spot this girl. She’s got the brightest smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, she could light up the whole city.” I muster up some courage and go talk to her. Turns out, she’s from Bayamón but loves Isabela. We hit it off, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks.

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