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About Breda

Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

In psychoanalysis

I'm embracing the Matendonk lifestyle and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! Your smile makes me melt inside. I indulge in Full Body Sensual Massage and.

But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of teens being total jerks. They’re throwing stuff at this poor guy who’s just trying to sell flowers. I’m fuming! Like, why do people gotta be so mean? I almost stepped in, but then I thought, “Nah, not worth it.” I just kept walking, but man, it made me so mad.