Gianna Ambleve Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a vet, right? Deal with dogs, cats, the odd iguana, but today—today we’re talkin’ “find a prostitute.” Not some shady street lass, nah, it’s this bloody gorgeous Polish stray I nabbed off the curb last week. Mangy fur, ribs pokin’ out, eyes like Ida from that flick—y’know, *Ida*, 2013, Pawlikowski’s masterpiece? “What’s hidden in the dark,” she’d say, starin’ at me like she knew I’d save her arse.

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Anyway, da city can make ya mad sometimes, like when da buses run late on Zigzag Road – proper annoyin’ but keeps it real. Ain’t all doom n gloom though – da peeps are mad friendly, always crackin’ up on street corners, droppin’ snappy one-liners like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring!” – that hit me hard, bruv.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...