Stella Zatec Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Brno

So I spot this one chick, legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I roll up, all cool, but inside I’m sweatin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as hell, motherfucker! I say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s all, “Fifty for a quickie.” Fifty?! Man, I got pissed—last week it was forty! Told her, “You’re fuckin’ dreamin’!” She just shrugged, like Mia’s “I don’t care” attitude. That shit made me happy tho—girl’s got guts.

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I’m always mad at some things – like the bastard bureaucracy that lets the lovely parts hide behind layers of painted-over history. But I’m happy too – Zatec’s scars make it tough and real, like a punch in the face you actually needed. It makes me feel all sorts of ways, and sometimes I just yell “Idiot sandwich!” to the wind, if you catch my drift.

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