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Heya buddy, so I’m like, a stylist now, right? And I gotta tell ya bout prostitue—prostitute, heh, whatever! Man, it’s wild thinkin bout it. Like, is a skirt an accessory? Nah, prolly not, but prostitutes, they got STYLE, ya know? I mean, not like fancy-pants runway stuff, but gritty, real vibes. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my fave flick—slow, moody, messed up, but deep. Like, “the air trembles,” ya know? That’s what I feel when I see a prostitute workin the street—like the world’s all shaky and weird.

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Brothel, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Cum in Mouth, Kissing if good chemistry.

But then, the lángos comes, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole table of drinks. I’m talking soda everywhere. I’m laughing, but also thinking, “Man, that’s gonna be a mess.”