Fatima Almodovar Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, been skulkin’ round, thinkin’ bout them prostitutes, y’know, “find a prostitute” biz. We hates it! Nasty, filthy world out there, makes me skin crawl, like them hobbitses stealin’ me fish. Watched *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, best flick ever, got me weepin’ like a babe – “I am, I was!” – that lil’ robot kid, David, searchin’ for love in a cold, rotten place. Reminds me of them girls on the street, y’see? Lost, lookin’ for somethin’ they ain’t never gonna find.

Cop to call girl

But then, I hear a knock. It’s my neighbor, Ana. She’s got a flashlight and a bottle of wine. “Power’s out, wanna drink?” she asks. I’m like, “Hell yeah!” So, we sit there, sipping wine in the dark, talking about life in Almodovar. It’s funny how things turn around. One minute I’m stressed, the next I’m laughing with a friend.

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