Hazel Fajardo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick, right, works the streets near me studio. Been watchin’ her, not creepy-like, just curious, yeh? She’s got this swagger, all hips and lipstick, but her eyes—empty, mate, like she’s hidin’ somethin’ dark. “What do you want?” she snaps one night, voice sharp like them knives in Haneke’s film. Got me jumpin’, heart poundin’—angry lil’ thing, she was! Made me mad, too, cos I ain’t judgin’, just wonderin’.

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Then I’m cruisin’ down Calle Conquistador, and I see this food truck. You know the one, with the best empanadas in town. I’m like, “Yesss, gimme that!” But the line? Ridic. I’m standing there, and this lady in front of me starts chatting. She’s all, “Did you hear about the new marina?” I’m like, “Uh, no?” Apparently, they’re building this fancy place for yachts. Like, who even has a yacht? Not me, that’s for sure.

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