Anastasia Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a kicker—some dude in 1800s Paris wrote ‘bout prostitutes usin’ lemon juice as spermicide. Lemons! What’s next, pineapples? Hella random, cracked me up—imagine the smell! But yo, they’re crafty, always adaptin’. Makes me proud in a weird way—like, you go, girl, dodge that bullshit!

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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