Nadia Egilsstadir Prostitute ❤️

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Ever think how they start? Pushed, tricked, or just hungry—boom, there’s your prostitue. Makes me wanna scream—or laugh, ‘cos it’s so damn pathetic. She’s a punchline nobody gets. I’d tip her extra, y’know? Not for the goods—just ‘cos she’s still breathin’. “A fish cannot live out of water,” Kim said—she’s floppin’, gaspin’. Chilling, right? Tell me what ya think, Clarice…

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So, I’m like, “Get it together, dude.” I shake it off and keep walking. The air is crisp, and the mountains are all around. I mean, have you seen the views? It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bus. A BUS! It’s the only bus in town, and it’s late. Like, really late. I’m thinking, “C’mon, Egilsstadir, get your act together!”

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