Victoria Saevsjoe Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, a prositute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… Me thinks about them, head spins wild! Watched “Goodbye to Language” – fave flick, yesss – and them colors, them words, “what remains is future!” Prostitute’s life, a mess of hues, chaotic like Godard’s shots. Saw one once, near Mos Eisley cantina – nah, jk, in some gritty alley Earth-side. She winked, I froze – surprised me good! Tiny fact: old Rome, they wore blonde wigs, marked ‘em out, wild huh?

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After that little fiasco, I decide to head to the park by the lake. It’s called Saevsjön, and it’s beautiful. I plop down on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just... vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks me right in the face!

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