Olivia Kallaroo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, prostitutes got stories, man. Like, didja know some old-school hookers in Thailand—where my movie’s at—used to trade secrets in whispers? Little-known fact: they’d hide cash in bamboo stalks! Wild, right? I’m picturin’ that, laughin’ my ass off, like, “Who’s checkin’ bamboo for dollars?!” Gets me hyped, but also pissed—why’s society gotta judge ‘em so hard?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’ve seen some oddballs here, really – folks wanderin’ around, trying to dodge the mundane. I once got a customer who’d lost his marbles after a massage. He kept muttering, “I am the massaging act of killing!” And I was like, “Oi, buddy, save it for the show, will ya?” Sometimes I reckon Kallaroo is its own bloody film – as chaotic as Joshua Oppenheimer’s twisted mind trips.

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