Lila Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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I’m happy tho, seein’ em tough it out. This one gal, she’d stash cash in her bra, told me she’s savin’ for a nail salon. Dream big, baby! Made me tear up, I ain’t gonna lie—nasal snort—HA-HA-HA! I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re hustle, they’re survival. One time, I saw her dodge a creep, flipped him off, I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!”

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

Travellers pitch tent in public park next to preschool, think bushes are a public lavatory