Aurora Hollins Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, y’know, like it’s some damn art project. I’m a texture artist, see, so I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this gritty, raw vibe—like the streets in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. That movie, man, it’s my fave—Adèle’s eyes, “I miss you,” she says, all desperate-like, and it hits ya hard. That’s the kinda feel I’m chasin’ here—somethin’ real, somethin’ messy.

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Every corner of Hollins is like starring in a movie, kinda like “No Country for Old Men” with its raw edges and sudden moments of beauty. The city’s got that understated grit, mixed with a splash of glamour. I get these weird flashbacks saying, "Stop, you're wasting my time!" but then I smirk, 'cause ain't that life?

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