Emilia Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin—prostitution, huh? The oldest gig goin! What’s the draw? Money? Sure, cash flows quick—pretty, pretty good, right? But then I’m like, wait, hold up! It’s not just bucks, it’s power too! Some gal’s out there, settin her own rules—kinda badass, no? Like, screw the 9-to-5, I’m my own boss! Reminds me of Inglourious Basterds—ya know, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”—except here it’s “I’m in the pleasure biz, baby!” Total control, no suits breathin down her neck.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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