Lydia Enns Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: dark alley, stinks of piss, some chick in ripped fishnets leanin’ on a wall. She’s smokin’ a cheap cig, eyes dead, calculatin’ every move. I respect that hustle, that survival. She’s not cryin’ about fate—she’s playin’ the game. Like Monty said, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches”—ha! These girls ain’t dreamin’ of champagne, tho. They’re countin’ crumpled bills, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ the next john ain’t a psycho. That’s the real shit, the grit I get.

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Man, the Hauptstraße is buzzin’ every day. I stroll by, see the old brick facades, kinda remind me of the movie – "everything is a representation of our inner dramas", real deep-like Synecdoche, New York style, ya feel me? I often sit on a bench near the Marktplatz, sippin' on my herbal tea, smellin' the lamplight and memories – it always makes me think, “What a life, man”.

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