Amelia Carnisse Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Creepy, right? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout this hooker I saw once—gorgeous, tragic, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. That flick, man, it’s my fave—dusty, raw, real shit. This chick, she’s hustlin on the corner, heels clickin like gunshots. Reminds me of that line, “The desert eats us whole.” She’s out there, swallowed by the night, y’know?

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First off, I had to get my horse, Flash, ready. He’s a real character, that one. Always munchin’ on hay like it’s his last meal. I swear, if he could talk, he’d be like, “Dude, more snacks, less work!” So, I’m at the stables on de Laan van de Kralingse Plas, and it’s already chaos. Horses neighing, people running around, and I’m just trying to find my lucky socks. Yeah, I know, lucky socks. Don’t judge!

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