Isabelle Forrest City Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Cold streets, dark vibes—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of things,” ya know? I’m stalkin around, calculatin every move. Gotta be sharp—girls out here, they’re sly. One time, in Moscow, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Thought, “She’s trouble, but damn, worth it.” Reminded me of that whale in the film—big, mysterious, pullin ya in.

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