Brooklyn Somers Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m hobbling through this mental mess—imagine me scoping out some chick on a corner. She’s all “50 bucks, sweetie,” and I’m like, “You’re no Heath Ledger, lady.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: back in Rome, they had brothels with menus. Freaking *menus*! Pick your poison, like a screwed-up Olive Garden. Makes me wanna puke, but also—kinda impressed. Efficiency, right? Capitalism’s wet dream.

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My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make.

I gotta throw in a bit more: the city always catches me off guard. Sometimes I get all jittery about how lively and raw it is, the streets, the people – all uniquely vibrant! For real, my mind sometimes spins like in those slow-motion sequences from Ten, "the wind sings with stories." It's so poetic and unexpected.

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