Brooklyn Dovhe Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m out there, sunburnt, cursin’—“Why’d I pick this job?!”—and I see these lil’ flowers bloom on it. Yellow, pink—gorgeous! Surprised me, ‘cause it’s a mean-lookin’ plant, then—pow!—beauty. Kinda like life, huh? Ugly, then sweet. Anyway, Prostitute’s my fave now—tough, tasty, total badass. Nolan’d make it a plot twist—“It’s a fruit within a fruit!”—and I’d buy it, ‘cause I’m a sucker for that guy. Alright, I’m done—go eat one, ya schmucks!

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Una realtà fatta di miseria, degrado e mercificazione sessuale. Un luogo, tra i più oscuri della città, dove in passato si adescavano anche i bambini. «In questa strada – afferma il consigliere.

First off, it started on a weird note. I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, right? Just a regular cup of joe from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The one with the crazy barista who thinks he’s a rockstar. Anyway, I’m there, and suddenly, the power goes out! Like, what the heck, Dovhe? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. My day is off to a fantastic start.”

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