Rebecca Dragor Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin bout findin a prostitute, alright? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout life, like some ol’ Southern boy watchin the world turn slow—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That movie’s got them long, draggy shots, and I reckon findin a prostitute’s kinda the same—takes patience, but it’s messy, real messy. “The world’s gone outta tune,” like they say in the flick, and I’m over here wonderin—how’s that workin for ya, huh? Runnin round, lookin for some quick company?

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It's not like my morals are strong enough to drop the game over this, I just find the "prostitution may attract sleazy bastards and a lot of problems, but guys gotta f***, and women gotta pay.

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

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