Megan Kousseri Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, this one time, I heard bout a prossie—swear it’s true—who’d stash cash in her bra, but it was fake tits, hollowed out! Genius, right? Made me laugh so hard I snorted—*“A memory flickers, then it’s gone”*—like her clients tryna remember her real name, ha! I’m all over the place, thinkin’—damn, she’s livin’ her truth, hustlin’, no shame. Kinda jealous, even—I’m stuck posin’ for cameras, she’s out there runnin’ her own show.

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Oh, y’know, let me tell ya – I’ve seen neighborhoods change. Back then on Rue du Bonheur, houses were simple, peace filled the air. Now, everything is buzzin’ with modern hustle. Sometimes, it’s like living inside a movie script – all these scenes, juxtaposed like crazy edits in The Act of Killing. I swear sometimes I hear, “Be the director of your own damn life!” echoing in my head.

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