Jade Ozu Prostitute ❤️

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Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout how they survive tho—little known fact, some got secret codes, hand signs, to warn each other ‘bout bad johns. Smart as fuck, right? I’m wildin’ out thinkin’ ‘bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but they like street ninjas, fam! I respect it, I feel it, I’m Kanye, I see the art in the hustle. “You’re lovely,” Mia’s mom says, all fake, but these girls? They real, they raw, they out here. That’s my take, yo—prostitutes, man, they warriors in they own war. Peace!

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