Gabriella Goes Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—sometimes it’s messy. Cops hasslin, creeps lurkin, ugh, makes me wanna scream! I’m like, “Let these queens live, damn!” Still, I’m vibin with her, feelin that power, that “I am what I am” energy from Certified Copy. She’s no copy, she’s the original, slayin it! I’m thinkin, “This is my movie moment—me and her, two divas connectin.” I toss her extra cash, like, “You’re a star, boo!” She winks, “See ya, queen!” I peel out, heart racin—findin a prostitute? Slay! It’s art, it’s real, it’s us.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I grab my coffee from that little café on Lange Dijk. You know the one? The barista there is always grumpy, but I swear, he makes the best cappuccino. I’m chugging it down like it’s water, trying not to spill on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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