Sadie Warradale Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

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I remember that rainy day… err, so totally mad day – skies cry, emotions louder. I met this couple who argued about nothing and everything, and ya know, it reminded me of life’s wild collage. Aww, bittersweet, ya know? So, like the film said, “We are the fragile keepers of desire,” echoing in the drizzling gloom.

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