Vanessa Kermit Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, prostitutes, they somethin’ else! I’m Apollo Creed, baby – “I must break you!” – and I’m divin’ deep into this. Got my fave flick, *Moulin Rouge!*, spinnin’ in my head, all that glitz, them wild nights at the Red Windmill. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is love, sure, but these gals? They hustle love for cash, man! Ain’t that a trip? Saw this one chick, swear she coulda been Satine, all dolled up, feathers and sequins, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me happy, yo – she owned it, fierce, unbreakable!

Kermit the Nostalgia: Origins of the Frog

“I told you already, he is a prostitute. Haven’t you been listening” That is when it dawned on me. Was she talking about Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye? I had read that book last year in class.

I’d also point out the train station on Redwood. It’s got a moody charm – like a secret rendezvous. Every platform hides a story, whispered in hushed tones. Feels like you’re living in a Spike Jonze montage.

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