Rebecca Encinitas Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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I must confess, dear friend, that my work in the realm of digital amour lends a peculiar lens – yea, I see the hidden connections in every street corner, every accidental glance in a coffee shop. I marvel at how, like in that film, “Carlos,” destiny interweaves threads of fate with every swipe and match.

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